Stone wears away, but does not break. And if it does, it breaks not of its own volition.
The stone is shaped by the wind and becomes smooth, or it is crushed and becomes as another.
The stone does not want, or wait, or wonder.
The stone does not ask.
A stone sees nothing, for it does not need to see.
A stone does not feel the hand that presses against it, for a stone does not feel.
Stone wears away, but does not break. And if it does, it breaks not of its own volition.
Michael Scott Hand 