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.