How little we know

A few days back I went to a potter's house. He was busy making earthen pots. I took some photographs of him. He politely told me that he can not tell about his work.It was his simplicity. Because his work spoke all about him. I was amazed when I watched him making pots. He took a minute to creat a small size pot. Within minutes he made half a douzen. That day first time I knew that a big lump of kneeded soil is dumped on the wheel and that soil is given shape. Before this I thought that it was a plateform and every time the potter takes some soil and shape that. How litte we know about out surroundings? And how exciting things we miss?