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There was a slab of something in the center of a room, some matter, some matter to be formed.  Then, a man came in the room, a man larger than life, with eyes wide open, extremely sure of himself.  He was perhaps a master sculptor or something.  He decided to begin forming the slab at the center of the room.  He took a large instrument and began cutting here and there, determined in his work.  All this while, our hero sat in a corner of the room looking on.  He felt bothered by what he was…