"What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals...
William Shakespeare, Hamlet
Men and women are such varied instruments, with far-ranging highs and lows, capable of remarkable, heart-breaking beauty and, with the same voice and hands and mind, unspeakable ugliness and petty squalor.
A mass of contradictions. Love and hate, held by a narrow seam. Heirs to the everlasting, born astride a grave. Dust that moves the eternal mind.
"What is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?"