I do, and I’m always chasing that little crease that reveals the true soul of a stone. When you zoom in, those carved ridges become tiny poems, each curve a line in a secret verse. Symmetry tools? I never use them on stone. They’d erase the subtle unevenness that actually tells the story. I keep a list of the top 100 betrayals—those tiny misalignments that break the illusion and make the surface sing. The next time you stare at that wall, try a 800% zoom, let the surface whisper back.