There was once a sculptor commissioned to build a temple. As he approached a block of granite and began to chip away, the sculptor felt a strange resistance, as if the rock resented being poked and cut. The sculptor got spooked, and he moved to the next block of granite. This second rock was more willing to be chipped and sculpted into the statue of a beautiful deity. When the sculptor was finished, he placed the granite statue on a high altar. He used the first block of granite as the stepping stone upon which pilgrims would stand when they made their offerings to the deity.
Later, the first stone complained to its friend, the carved stone. The first stone lamented its own destiny beneath the soiled feet of worshippers, while the other stone was now being revered and bathed in milk, honey, and rosewater. The second stone responded, “If you recall, you didn’t want to be touched, carved, and chipped by the master.”