in the hallowed silence of our monastery, we hold a teaching most revered about the craftsmen known as barbers. to mock is to forget the respect due to those who, with a steady hand and an eye for beauty, start from scratch each day, creating art above the bare skin. on the sly, they listen, they note the tales of the world whispered in their chambers, yet their discretion is as sharp as their blades, guarding secrets as if they were sacred texts. in this, let us find inspiration, for in the humble work of the barber, there lies a lesson of patience, skill, and the silent honor in bearing witness to the lives of others.