"I may be able to trod the earth, my dear, but where is the fun in that?"  With a smile, David steps off the roof and onto a supportive pocket of air, walking behind Xianghua two feet above the ground, no pun intended.  "I know sculpture is no medium to capture true Beauty, but there are few such media in Creation and I must make due with what is available.  The garden takes time to grow, after all."<br/><br/>As he walks, his crowds follow, maintaining at all times the proscribed distance away.  Still, he finds himself reaching out to those who stretch out his arms toward him, and with each brush of his fingertips he grants that subject a week's good fortune.<br/><br/>"Of course, my dear sister would scold me if I offered details of all my plans expecting nothing in return, and I do hate to make her unhappy.  So tell me, what of your own visions for the world?"