One my guilty pleasures is the TV show, “How It’s Made,” where “we discover how products in our everyday lives are made, such as: toothpicks, compact discs, cereal, fibre optics, potato chips, airplanes, etc.”

There is a beauty to the whole robotic ballet of the assembly lines (of course it helps to have a perky musical score rather than the actual factory noise) that makes me understand the rhapsody of the Futurists.