This is my gold pan. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My gold pan is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My gold pan, without me, is useless.
Without my gold pan, I am useless. I must use my gold pan true.
I must use my gold pan with more skill than the miner down the creek, he wants the gold too.
I must get the gold before he does. I will...
My gold pan and I know that what counts in mining is not the number of pans we work,
the amount of dirt we move, or the speed. We know that it is the specs of gold that count.
We will find them...
My gold pan is human, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its feel, its grooves and its function.
I will keep my gold pan seasoned and ready, even as I am seasoned and ready.
We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God, I swear this creed.
My gold pan and I are the purists in my country. We are the masters of the creeks.
We are the finders of riches.
So be it, until the gold is mine, there are no more creeks, and I no longer can stand.