Your guitar is a piece of wood. That's right. I hate to be the one to break it to you, but it's the God's honest truth. It's a toy gun slung over your shoulder waiting to fire. Sure, you may have given it a name, you may spend time glancing at it longingly from across the room, and you may miss him/her when he/she isn't around. It's still just a piece of wood. Think about it for a sec. Now let's work with that notion ...