Than sat up suddenly, a odd black pen in hand. (he had no idea why he had it, it just....apeard) he felt like he had to write some thing down, and suddenly it a apeard in his mind. The great sentence that could change the world. Than put his pen on his ax (nothing that was near by was writable) and wrote furiously. Gleaming on the ax, contrasting its white ivory gleam...was the word
...

 "shelf."