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The woodcarver says:
"There's a deer inside this hickory chunk,
and all I do is whittle away
everything that isn't that deer."
The sculptor says:
"There's an angel inside this slab of marble,
and all I do is turn that angel loose."
Talking to another human being is like that.
There's a meaning inside that language-tangle;
it's in there somewhere.
All you have to do is whittle away
everything that isn't that meaning.
All you have to do is turn
that meaning loose. |