man is not a perfect being. Despite of its being aesthetically sound, man is vulnerable by nature. If you really look upclose, you would see cracks. They may seem unnoticeable at first but as you grow familiar with the person, it suddenly shows its ugly head. However, as much as I hate to admit it, I have observed that most of us are comfortable if we just ignore the cracks or pretend they weren't there at all. It may cause disappointment for some, and disillusionment for others. We are dismayed that such a weakness of character could possibly possess the person we thought we knew well enough. I have come to the conclusion that it's our fear of losing the other person that makes us look the other way. And yet, others have managed to deal with them by 'restoring' these cracks on a rather perfect marble sculpture. Yet again, how long can we stand these pretensions and restorations? There will come a time when we will tire of making the marble figure look brand new. Why bother with it in the first place? What's the logic behind it? Is it love that binds us together? Or something else? Do we go on hoping that the marble will restore itself to perfection? What happens when it will just crumble down? Would it be from neglect? Misuse? Or from wear and tear?
There must be something that holds us together, some explanation as to why we are beholden of others, why we continue co-relating with others, an infinite force that connects us all. A marble sculpture is just an inanimate object without any essence, with a sole purpose to please the eyes. But a figure possessing a soul, ah that's something else. So it is the soul that makes us human then eh? Something that can not be snatched away from us. Possessing a soul breathes life to a rather stiff marble stone.
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