Blocks of Marble

At birth, everyone is given a giant block of marble. In our early years, our parents place in our hands a hammer and chisel, and show us how to hold them. In school, our teachers show us the blocks of marble those figures of the past carved for themselves. And give us instructions on how we can chisel away at our own blocks.

Soon, we start to lay hammer and chisel to stone, and piece by piece, we slowly chip away at the edges. As we grow older, the chips grow larger and shapes start to emerge from our giant blocks of marble.

For years we carve. Each of us making the best of what we have. Some are given more tools, some are given less. The instructions change, the chisels break, the system is not always fair. But the block of marble is always the same. And, if we’d like, we can shape it the best we can.

Eventually, we will strike the final hammer blow, drop our tools, and step back to see what we have wrought.

One Reply to “Blocks of Marble”

  1. I love this. Makes me think of so many other strands of the metaphor. All the same size? Who gave it? Do any of them break? Do people get second blocks? What happens to them when we’re done? Where is the marble gallery and do we make good use of it as people? Are we attentive to others as they carve their blocks? Should we be? How many of those blocks end up shoddy copies of another one where a unique piece would have been so much better? Very fun food for thought.


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