- published: 01 May 2013
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The grind of a blade refers to the shape of the cross-section of the blade. It is distinct from the blade profile (e.g., clip point or drop point knife, sabre or cutlass, axe or chisel, etc.), though different tools and blades may have lent their name to a particular grind.
Grinding involves removing significant portions of metal from the blade and is thus distinct from honing and polishing. It is notably done when first sharpening the blade or when a blade has been significantly damaged or abused (such as breaking a tip, chipping, or extensive corrosion) A well maintained blade will need less frequent grinding than one which is not treated well.
The terms edge angle and included angle can be important when talking about grinding. The edge angle is measured between the surface of an edge and a line running from the point of the cutting edge to the centre of the back edge. The included angle is the sum of the edge angles. All other things being equal, the smaller the included angle the sharper the blade and the easier it is to damage the edge.
You can read me just don’t page ahead
You’re better off indifferent with everything I once said
Like I am so straight talk me please
I’m living in a haven for insanity pleas
Communicate this so we can be
Agreed that it remains judgment free
‘Cause pain is untold and felt alone
We ran through the cold to find our way home
In spite of all my doubts I’m breathing
Yet my earth is shaking ground
In the absence of your sound I’ll breathe in
But there’s nothing to be found
And in the perfect company
Nobody cares about tomorrow
We’re living our biography
With memories to follow
Add me up subtract the past
The energy was negative but didn’t seem to last
To a brand new day where I’ll start from scratch
I’m finding out my everything is something I’ve gotta have
But I’m stuck on you and this fuckin’ place
This entire experience is straight from grace
A sound is made if there’s no one listening
But the time won’t tick if I don’t pay attention
In spite of all my doubts I’m breathing
Yet my earth is shaking ground
In the absence of your sound I’ll breathe in
‘Cause there’s nothing to be found
And in the perfect company
Nobody cares about tomorrow
We’re living our biography
With memories to follow
Us to bed and they’ll plagiarize our death
I’ll breathe in
And every day is a fresh new danger
You wanna run but you’re stuck to the floor
And though you know you just cannot stay here