I love statues of pious old men

Prague is filled with them. Statues of wise looking pious old bearded men in robes, holding a crucifix firmly to their chests and reaching out with their other arm, their faces serene with a touch of despair. Did people like this ever really exist? And if so, what were they like when they weren´t holding crucifixes to their chests whilst grasping out for the Holy Ghost, quietly imploring the world to be just and moral?

I bet Jesus was pretty much their favorite, and if you asked them about it, you could really get them going about their "flock." You could usually find them in churches, on hills, or on corners, and if they ever said anything, it would be in Latin, unless they were imploring the poor. Then and only then would they consider debasing themselves with the common tongues. Even Jesus dained to walk amongst the prostitutes to do the blessed work of the Kingdom, and God knows that Italian, German and English are the mother of all whores.

I don´t think these men said much, though. I see them as like the token-giving No Face in Spirited Away, just making desperate "Uh... uh..." noises, grasping their crucifixes even tighter to their chests in times of confusion, never understanding why everyone walked proudly down the path of darkness. They were always there, hunched over in those statue-sized cubby holes on the sides of buildings, relentlessly thinking of the suffering of Jesus and wanting the world to be a holier place, while knowing in their heart of hearts that everything outside of heaven was crap and always would be crap, so what can you do? When they died, they were bronzed and left in their cubbyholes to futilely implore humanity for all time, an apology to them and their ilk for the world not going their way at all. But was there ever anything else to these pious old robe wearing wise men? Did they ever eat, sleep, procreate, dance, or play? I hope not. I love the idea of these men.