Lumber is special stuff. The slab of wood I may be about to run through a planer and work into something entirely different was once a tree. It had a life of its own before it was taken down and milled into slabs of lumber. No doubt birds perched in the branches, as they do. If it was a walnut tree, it may well have fed generations of squirrels and chipmunks. I'm not a fan of oak but those are mighty trees, feeding whole armies of animals including deer. I have some tap hole maple in my shop, the tap holes are evident as dark scars in the wood from where the tap was driven into the tree. No doubt some number of people enjoyed syrup from that tree. I give pause, before I send a slab through the planer, before the splendor of grain pattern is revealed and the slab is turned into a cheese board that may, if I'm lucky, help support a bunch of really awesome biologists.
I'm a fan of all things fin, flipper and fluke. So I make stuff out of wood and send the proceeds to my favorite non profits on Cape cod. I do what I do so they can do what they do.