Once upon a time there was a piece of stone. Having never been anything that was something else, it was now ready to be made into some thing. The sculptor who had hewn it out of the mountains' quarry carefully chiseled away the rough edges. "This," he said, "is going to be a special container. It is to be different from any other thing I have ever made."

He could not call his creation a vase, even if it looked some-what like one. It had two feet with ten special knobs, five on each foot, placed in such a way to give it balance. Rising from these feet there were two sturdy stems that gave the container dignity, class, and a upright bearing. Then he had placed two handles, one on each side of the body of his creation. The lower end of the handles had ten knobs to match the ones on the feet, painstakingly filed and fashioned. Then he used a special tool to hollow out the inside of 'this' creation. He worked and worked for hours on end until a delicate and beautifully-symmetrical cylinder stood before him. Next he had tapered and smoothed the 'special container' until its body looked like his own body.

He finished his 'creation' by creating a small vessel that was approximately one-twenty-fifth the height of the completed masterpiece. This he placed on top of the cylinder. Unique in its' construction it had seven special orifices and apertures. Two collected sound waves, two gave it ventilation, two gave it light (like windows), and one emitted sound waves. Then the sculptor stood back from his 'creation'. He held it in his hand and smiled and said,

"Oh, what a beautiful work of art! This is my Masterpiece!"

And with that he opened its top and blew his spirit into it.

Then the vessel looked at the sculptor and said,

JT