Were clay in the potters hands, when did we look down at His shadow and think "o man" look at that, the rest of the clay is never going to accept that. So we thought it best only tell the others the things we thought they would like and hope its alright. When really if we ever looked at the face of the potter, the glory alone would dry us out and turn us back to dust before we even knew it.
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