Potter rotates the potter's wheel. It starts rolling very leisurely. He needs more speed. He gives a push through one arm by his small stick. The wheel gains speed slowly. The lump of clay put upon the axis went restless. It was the beginning of a journey for the clay. What form or shape should it take? Perhaps that would be its concern if the clay is able to ponder. But now leave. The potter's hands handles properly help to get its form. The clay swells up to become a pot at first. I watch it with a little surprise. The potter's efficient nails and palms made it grow higher. And he proves himself an artist. It ended as a cone-shaped water jug. So lovely was its shape. I thought of the beginning. A lump of clay. Now a piece of art. The beginning was wonderful. And where it has gone now? Got buried along with the growth. Beginnings and Endings. Shaping and Growing. Nice. Both.
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