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Behold the man.

In and of himself... nothing.

A frail, insignificant speck on the painting of the Universe.

Placed on the canvas without his consent.

Mystified by powers beyond his understanding.

Weathered by the winds of time.

And subject to mortality.

Still he clings in desperation to what he knows.

And what he knows is that the effort is futile.

Soon, he too will fall from the painting, and join all the others.

The weak, small specks that help comprise our vision of both space and time....

And yet........

 behold his will.

His desire to understand this world....

 to conquer it...

and build new ones!

The reality of his limited scope and power cannot interfere

with an indomitable, internal, and eternal will!

And his hope..... oh his hope.

And so, he stands, and looks, and reaches and ponders....

Alone.

And he regards the painting.

And he dares to raise his brush,

and lay down his strokes for all to see.

And it is evident that he is fearfully and wonderfully made.

And somewhere in the universe he is observed, and a voice speaks.

In whispered, undeniable admiration

 the words echo deep through the void, and the heart...

and sometimes he hears them.

BEHOLD THE MAN!