Pots are
made out of clay
But
the hollow space in them makes the essence of the pot
And
the essence comes from an intangible something
In
the spirit of the potter
Which
he is able to blend
into
all his knowledge of throwing, the glazing and the firing
So
that every piece from his hand
is
as much his own signature and his heartbeat
Only
then will the pot be good, that is alive
And
the more highly developed a potter is as a human being,
the
better his pot
For
there is no real beauty without character.
~
Lao Tzu
