Just as Michelangelo must have seen David inside a block of white marble, so this bowl came out of an odd piece of firewood which otherwise I would have thrown in the boiler. The photograph hardly does it justice: the grain patterns are beautifully complex and it is silky smooth to the touch. Whereas the firewood out of which it arose was rough, ill-shapen and full of knots.
Is this a picture of the human psyche? That something so profound could lie inside a rough exterior? If so I would hasten to point out that both firewood and bowl are of the same material, and each one's work will become manifest, for the Day will disclose it, because it will be revealed by fire, and the fire will test what sort of work each one has done.
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