The Some few hundred years ago in England there was a man who was an inquisitive

traveling merchant he would go town to town trading, buying, and selling, not only

household items, but also news and gossip from neighboring villages. So it was of great

interest to him when traveling the muddy roads.

Entering a town, he heard the ringing sound of tool and stone

and the groans of mules and men.

He followed the sounds and came to a new construction site.

There were great stacks of stones and piles of earth with many

men doing the hard work of building. The merchant, not having heard the news of this building

project, approached three men who were cutting stone to inquire about what they

were building.

He said to the first stone cutter, hello friend, may I be so bold as to inquire what you

are about? The stone cutter with slumped shoulders and

dull eyes briefly looked at the merchant and said,

What am I about? I'm cutting stones. That's all there is to it. The merchant, not finding this information to be of any

help, approached the second stone cutter, who looked like an intelligent man. He had no

dust on his clothing. His uncalloused hands were making many marks on the stone and then

erasing them.

He would hum and grunt and mutter to himself shaking his head.

The merchant said to him, looks like you're putting a lot of thought

into cutting these stones.

What may I ask are you building?

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