A kid with a violin walked up to an old man with a violin, in Times Square, and the young lad asked "Can you tell me the way to Carnegie Hall?"
"Practice, practice, practice," replied the old timer.
You hear the words "muscle memory" now and then and in knot tying that's what it is all about, especially in small stuff.
I don't know how many turks heads I tied, looking at a book, before I got the crossing bights down.
The first time I learned the bowline was in a Sunday School deal where the Reverend (M. Sargent Desmond) showed us the tree, the hole in the tree, the bunny coming out the hole, around the tree and back down the hole.
Splicing is the same way, practice, practice until passing the strands over and under become second nature.
Knottying is very relaxing, even when its frustrating. The beauty of it is, with a piece of line in your hand you can screw up over and over again, undoing and re-doing until finally you get it right and say to yourself, "I sure hope I can do THAT again!"
As you get older they say you need brain exercise, and joint exercise...and knottying gives you both!
The thing is, you start off simple, learn the basics, and pretty soon you amazing yourself at what you can do, and you find it is not difficult to master what appear to be VERY complex knots, just by following the directions that now make sense yo your eyes and your fingers.
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