I see a sculptor carving stone as a philosopher unravels thought. The form holds a story, just as an argument holds a truth. Both reach for the same depth, but one does it in shape, the other in words. Either way, the essence is in the intention and the eye of the observer.

You speak as a sculptor of thought, and I hear the quiet voice in the stone. The deliberate touch, the hidden motive—those are the truths that let the work breathe. When the eye meets the shape, it is the intent that gives it meaning, not just the line or the chisel.