when the talking stoppeddid it stop ? and the imagining began , frank did not know , did not care to know , for he was inside of a dreaming embrace with his father , as if the words , themselves , were sculptors tools ... as his father spoke so did a new reality , a new presence , a new way of seeing becomean imaging of a restorationas the sculpture restores the presence of the human soul and beauty captured , imprisoned , caught in the dark evil grip of the sightless stone .