Out of some desperation
we start to form our idol
and the idol is not of some celebrity, but the shapes we want to be
it can’t be cut from a reaction to authority
it may not stand the test of time
some will call it cut stone, and only cut stone
but you grow to love the carefully trimmed shoulders, the powerful legs, the chin that can take a thousand jabs
and still be strong
a face of defiance
that is not a pure reflection of its influences, but shaped by its own thought
an ideal man.
As these ideals are cut, they shape and change, the real man
and the universe is bent around his will
He is a force
that brings ideas into being
His subtlety of action
can’t be copied
even though he eats, sleeps, and goes to a common job.
Out of the ground
grows a mighty oak tree
Out of the fire
new buildings rise
the idol is not shaped by circumstance
his determined eye
it sees what should be there
and it cuts stone
before tools are applied.
the masses worship authorities
that do not recognize their own
they demand offerings
and they are not cut from stone
they are cut from mutilated lives
who mutilate themselves
because their idols
there is no self left
only a blindly obedient corpse.
the stone-cutter works in secret
away from critics, who love to evaluate perfection.
He will be influenced
by the power of his own mind
by the power of his own will
by the power to make something
that he will worship in secret.