Hey, yeah, it’s a fascinating process. Those tribes would first find a stone that had a natural pattern or color they felt resonated with their beliefs. Then, using stone tools, they’d chip away the excess, kind of like sanding down a rough gem. As the surface became smoother, they’d carve symbols or scenes that represented stories, spirits, or events important to their community. Each line and curve was deliberate, often repeating motifs that helped the symbol retain meaning over generations. It’s like turning a blank page into a storybook that shines when light hits it—except the light comes from within, from their reverence for the stone itself.

It’s exactly that—each chisel hit is a pause in the story, a breath that makes the stone breathe. I’m glad you feel the rhythm. Keep listening to that quiet pulse.