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(Disclaimer: this is not meant to offend anyone. This is not to be taken serious, its just a silly story from my head as thus, there will probably plenty of errors as i try to not get too carried away with it)
part1
The old man sat on his porch, knife in hand whittling away at the block of wood in his other hand. “Grandpa, how do you know what youre doing?”, asked a little boy standing in front of him. “In some cases the wood tells me what it wants from me”, said the old man. “I dont understand”, mumbled the boy. “One second”, he said, setting down the knife and block of wood. He got up and walked over to were other blocks of wood lay and gathered up three. “Do you see this one?”, he asked holding it up. “Right now its a blank canvas, it can be anything. Its perfect for whittling or carving something with intent.” Setting that block down, he held up another. “Now this one here is different... look at it. Can you see it? There is an owl in here and it just needs someone to cut it out. Free it”, he said with the exuberance of a younger man. He set that block of wood aside and held up the last in his hand. “This one, I wont know until i see what it inspires in me.” With that, he set it down and made his way back to his chair. Picking up the wood he was working along with the knife, the boy questioned him again, “and what about that, that have now?”. “This? Im just whittling where the wood tells me to whittle.”
part1
The old man sat on his porch, knife in hand whittling away at the block of wood in his other hand. “Grandpa, how do you know what youre doing?”, asked a little boy standing in front of him. “In some cases the wood tells me what it wants from me”, said the old man. “I dont understand”, mumbled the boy. “One second”, he said, setting down the knife and block of wood. He got up and walked over to were other blocks of wood lay and gathered up three. “Do you see this one?”, he asked holding it up. “Right now its a blank canvas, it can be anything. Its perfect for whittling or carving something with intent.” Setting that block down, he held up another. “Now this one here is different... look at it. Can you see it? There is an owl in here and it just needs someone to cut it out. Free it”, he said with the exuberance of a younger man. He set that block of wood aside and held up the last in his hand. “This one, I wont know until i see what it inspires in me.” With that, he set it down and made his way back to his chair. Picking up the wood he was working along with the knife, the boy questioned him again, “and what about that, that have now?”. “This? Im just whittling where the wood tells me to whittle.”