Strange Platypus(es) Part IV

Each of us, it's plain to see, have the Imago Dei
Someone broke it, and we break it every day.

Each of us that walk this sod, we're the Images
of God
Someone broke us, and we break us every day.


Behold: the discarded image! Man, the spiritual microcosm. In himself, he bridges the worlds of matter and of spirit, combining both into an inseparable unity. How hard it is to maintain that balance! The ancients would have him be a thing purely of spirit, and the moderns a thing wholly of matter; but he is both. For He is both.

Ecce Homo

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