Sometimes one wishes for the quiet, contemplative life.
When you are concentrating on hand work, you can think of all sorts of things. I use too many machines, myself. There is no way around it. Besides, most of what a woodworker does is plain drudgery. Customers that require oak leaves, acanthus, and shell carvings are in short supply. Customers that want them and are willing to pay for them are rarer still.
It’s nice to know that someone still knows how to do the work if you’ve got the cake.