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Also, it should be noted this is not any attempt to win anybody over. It's not a move to impress anybody that may read it, nor is it any sort of redemption. I know the type of person I regularly project myself as, and that's because, let's be honest, if I acted like the rest of this is going to sound, I wouldn't have friends. Having cleared up what this isn't, here's what it is: my thoughts, as they come, on a subject. I did not begin this line of thought, nor will it be finished when I am done. I hope only to build on an idea I heard long ago, and maybe it will hold true for at least one of you. Maybe one of you will pick it up and take it from where I leave off, maybe not, but I'm asking nothing of you, so in the end nothing lost, nothing gained. If this preface itself has inspired you to reply with some stupid shit, I would ask you not proceed, as it just gets worse from here. And frankly, I don't care, if you don't care. See how that works?
People, in the simplest form, are a block of marble. We are born this large stone, and as we go into life, a chisel starts to break away at the rock. It breaks away large pieces, and as it does, the rock takes shape. Forms emerge; extremities start to reach out. The chunks of rock fall to the ground, and as more fall, they start getting smaller. The sculpture begins to show an embodiment as the outstretched rock forms limbs, and details start to emerge. The chiseling becomes more precise, and what was breaking becomes chipping. Points become more clear: eyes, fingers, toes. The chisel and hammer pass from person to person in the beginning, everybody taking their turn in the development of this art. Articles become fine-tuned: hair, lines, teeth. Eventually, the chisel is placed into the hand of the work itself, and we begin to chip away at ourselves. One would think with care, the sculpture could become a piece of perfection. Unfortunately however, and almost inarguably, it is not so. The piece never reaches the level one would consider perfect, as invariably, mistakes occur to render the statue flawed. Before it is truly completed, a chisel stroke slips, a hammer misses, and the work is no longer applicable. It is not poorly made though, nor may it even be significantly damaged. But the fact remains, it cannot be "perfect" in the true sense of the word perfect, which is a flawless entity, whose base idea in itself was free of any defect. Humans may begin free of problems, that is not something which I can judge, but I can say that they are not free of them in the end. And so with this flaw, we have a piece of stone that has fallen from it's place. Therein lies a gap where once was stone, essential to the perfect form. It can't be replaced to be the true form. But as each person moves through life, the meet other people, other flawed sculptures with chips missing, blemishes, pieces removed through some act. Maybe, just maybe the missing pieces, and the gaps from which they came, will someday interlock with somebody else's. Maybe somebody, flawed as they may be, will be perfect for somebody else, perfectly fitted; flaws against flaws...
As you cannot carve thoughts, mentalities, emotion...these must be converted and considered in part with the physical incarnation of the being. It is not that the creation of a person depends purely on form, but for the argument at hand, it should be regarded as a necessity. I apologize that this ends somewhat abruptly, but as it's already 2:15, I've spent more than I can afford in time writing this. If you've read it, thank you; you are in some small way a validation, or justification, even if you don't agree or understand. If you didn't read this, then you aren't reading this, and you aren't applicable. Way to be a shit.
Goodnight.