"You don't understand that, do you?" he asked.
"No."
He nodded. "I didn't think you would."
"What do you mean, it talks to you?"
"You have to want to listen to it, and then you can hear it. I has a strange, beautiful texture. It doesn't always talk. Sometimes- sometimes it cries, and you can hear the pain of the world in it. It hurts to listen to it then. But you have to."
~ The Chosen by Chaim Potok
(Photos by me)