Sculptors

I don’t only see zealousness from this symbol of Buddhism, but inborn skills of two men who carved these twenty-one statues of a religious icon. Wish I could do the same. I had seen it my eyes every single day, for the past few months how these gifted men meticulously engraved in details these wooden images to form beautiful masterpieces. I enjoyed watching them–like in endless awe–over and over wondering how such ordinary hands could produce extraordinary stuff to behold. I struggled to understand its complexity. They were having so much fun like eating peanuts. Such a talent!

If I constrained my mind in just one side of the coin, then there is no much difference saying… “It is someone’s credence, but somebody’s disbelief.” Does it really matter? Perhaps not, but I’d like to see it this way—it is the gift of each sculptor what impressed me the most—it is what counts this time of the story. I am sticking to it. And if there is another talent I would ask for from my maker, sculpting is the perfect word I think. I might learn it in the future to see what chance there is in stored.