Thursday, April 2, 2015

Ecce Homo

How far from the Animal is Man,
  • and how close?
He walks, he talks, he sits on command.
A thin veneer of civility...
  • scratch the surface and see him implode.
Yet how noble?
  • A hair's breadth from exalted orations.
  • A hair's breadth from depraved ravings.
Wrestling with God while angels and demons whisper at his shoulders.
Running before he can walk,
  • it is a wonder he stands at all.
How sad is a life wasted?
How beautiful is a life well spent?

See him chip and shatter.
See him weather storms.

Behold the Man.

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