The Sieve

There will come a time in life where we begin to understand, that the art of perfecting and of creating something great, is not only in the detail of a grand design, but simply in the persistent scrutiny of finding its imperfections. Whilst many appreciate the steady hand behind the talent of an artist, using his knowledge of his own craftsmanship, and in knowing exactly what he wants to achieve from his stone colossus...Nobody understands the wisdom behind the sieve that passes through the finely crushed powder, extracting each impurity it finds, and casts it out to the sand.

For if the sieve had pores much larger, only to seek out the obvious imperfection, what good would its purpose be to the grandeur of a statue with a hairline crack caused by a stubborn grain found somewhere in the batch. And if the sieve weren't given enough time to tediously go through the same layers of the batch, then how would the mixer differentiate between the perfected and the less than obvious problem in the mix. And even if through all its sifting and separated, the sieve were not meant to cast out the impurity but to leave it there lying, what purpose would it serve at all if not to perfect the fine powder used for the cement, used in the mixture to build up the stone, moulded into a structure the artist can work with, chiselled down to his work of art?

For nobody can understand the true work of a sieve, and the purpose it plays in a much grander design. Yet it remains humble, and still does its job to bring forward the grains with potential and to cast aside those without. But if not by it wearing itself slowly down, or that time and circumstance should wear its pores out, then simply by choice it can step aside, and let an artist with talent shine...but in his artwork remain with doubt.


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