The woodcarver Chips away at his creation The old, steady hands Crafting something of perfection Each wood shaving falling away, piece by piece, gives way to a more and more beautiful masterpiece. But halfway through, he sits, and he rests. The creation still stands on the workbench, incomplete. Time goes on, and on, and onβ¦. yet the unhatched egg of a figurine still remains. And one day, the carver again takes it into his hands. βFinally, your time has comeβ He sits back, and he widdles, and widdlesβ¦.and widdles. The wooden sculpture at last takes its final form. And although it was finished last, and he had made hundreds of items in the past, the piece that took the longest, was much more precious than any other piece he had ever made before.