That we might always remember our weakness.
Our mortality nips at our heels
With sickness and pain and accidents and the death of our loved ones.
Every promise we make is futile and feeble;
Our firmest resolve is thinner than onion skin.
Our plans for tomorrow are outside our control;
Each act we command ourselves to do has unforeseen consequences.
Our relationships thwart us as much as empowers.
We are vessels of clay to remind us that
We must be complete from without.
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