Have you recently taken a minute to appreciate the pleasure of something as regular as using a cutter?
Like everything else in life, the pleasure starts at the starting point. That exact one-dimensional dot that you decide to start cutting from. Oh, the beautiful, limitless potential of a whole 360 degrees lounging aimlessly around this starting dot. You have so many directions to go. Each direction will disconnect a different plain, separate a different two atoms.
Then you dig, and you take a second to appreciate the amazing power the blade yields over the paper. The wondrous precision of the pointy edge of the blade, digging into the starting point of where you want to cut. The hard, cold, metal edge sinks into the spongy fibers of the paper. The paper becomes so welcoming, allowing the metal to go beyond its surface into its very pulp, its very soul.
Then you pull. And ah… the soft, satisfying feeling of pressure, causing the paper to gently splitting open, accompanied by the whispy sound of matter separating into a clean, smooth line.
I love it.