When I stand before a stone, the stone speaks to me
The stone's voice is always a single word
The stone does not tell me much
It is a voice faint enough to be drowned out by the wind and the insects,
yet that small voice is trying, powerfully, to convey something
It becomes the form of a person
It becomes a person with wings
It becomes a person who plays music
It becomes a house, and a round stone
Through stone I have grasped myself, and perhaps achieved a radiant expression
Atsuya Tominaga