The sculptor sits in silent contemplation on the cold and damp floor of the courtyard. The rain drops lightly fall in a slow drizzle as he watches small streams of water make their way down the marble, twisting and turning in different directions, guided by unseen imperfections along their journey to the cobble stone floor below.   His gaze slowly rises upward from the base of the stone. Dark glistening eyes admire the rectangular slab of marble towering 20 feet above him like a giant ivory finger pointing to the heavens. He notices the scratches and chisel marks around the bottom which vaguely form the outline of legs, one slightly at…