The sculptor takes a rough stone and creates his masterpiece. Carving, chipping, chiseling, polishing to perfect his creation. But what about the rock? Is it not broken every time it takes a hit irrespective of the thought whether it wanted to be perfected or not? Did anyone ask if it would have chosen to say rough in the untouched wilderness.

Bit by bit, piece by piece,
scraped, beaten, turned,
she was chiseled to perfection.
Every time she took a hit,
she was a little more
BROKEN…