Why on Earth do we want to make a mark: an indelible stamp that spans across space and time? It shouts out across the centuries: 'I was here! I existed! I lived!' It affirms the mantra: 'I don't want to reach the end of my life and find out that it meant nothing.' And we come to see this mark, to admire it, to confirm that existence, to acknowledge it in some way. Why? Am I connected to it? In so much as I'm human, and the culture that produced these statues was human, then I am connected to that degree. But it has more depth to it than that. It is deeper than that. It sinks into the bone. What the nature of that depth is though I cannot enunciate as yet. I'm trying to find out.
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