Once upon a time  in China a noble riding through a village passed by a potter at work. He stopped and climbed off his horse to admire the pots the man had created, they were full of grace and a kind of insolent strength within them. “How are you able to form these vessels so they possess such convincing beauty?” demanded the noble.  “You are looking at the mere outward shape,” answered the potter. “What I´m forming lies within and I am only interested in what remains after the pot is broken.”

 It´s not the pot or the photo we´re creating, but ourselves.

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