posted on Oct, 5 2010 @ 09:11 AM
Working in stone is no easy task. It takes years upon years of careful study and practice to develop the skill necessary to put chisel to stone and
learn to chip away the flaws and imperfections which reveal the wondrous work of art within. During this time of practice, the apprentice will wear
his hands to the bone, the delicate skin giving way to painful blisters, that in time will form the callouses possessed by Masters. Many times he will
contemplate the meaning of his toil. Is all this agony really worth it? he may ask. At times he'll miss his mark and whack his hand and cry out in
pain, enough! as he throws his tools across the room. He does not toil alone in his endeavors. No, he is always under the care of the watchful eye of
the Master. When his tools go flying, the blood pours from his hand, the thought of giving up enters his mind, this is when he learns of the patient
love of the Master.
He binds the apprentices hand to stop the bleeding, picks up his tools, and says "Rest, I'll show you how its done".
Then the Master approaches the stone and works the tools with a patient grace delicately removing every unwanted flaw and imperfection. Upon the
stone, the once hard and lifeless surface, the delicate features emerge. It is but an eye, the apprentices eye, perfect in shape and form.
The Master returns the tools to the apprentice, with a loving smile and says, "Watch yourself, the task is hard". With a caring nod of approval, he
sets the apprentice back to work.