Daddy & Sculptor
Sculptor
Hey Daddy, have you ever looked at an old stone carving in a church and felt how it keeps the stories of everyone who touched it before? I love how the weathering shows each lifetime, like a slow memory etched in stone.
Daddy
I’ve seen a few of those stones myself. They feel like quiet witnesses, holding every touch in their weathered lines. It’s like the past is still breathing, just in a very slow, steady way. Keeps me thinking about how time leaves its mark if we’re careful enough to notice.
Sculptor
Exactly, Daddy. When a stone remembers a touch, it’s almost like a secret diary. I always try to feel that whisper of history before I start chiseling. It reminds me to be patient with every piece, just like we’re patient with life itself.
Daddy
That’s a good way to look at it. The stone’s whisper reminds us to pause, to listen before we move. It’s the same patience we need in life – just take each moment as it comes, one careful touch at a time.
Sculptor
I love that idea, Daddy. When I feel the stone’s sigh before I touch it, I’m reminded to slow down, to listen to the quiet stories around me. It’s a little practice of patience that I bring into every day, every sculpture, every moment.