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A MIRY CLAY × PROCESS = A MASTERPIECE
Have you heard about the story of a miry clay; which was without shape and dirty.It lived its entire life thinking it was of no use.Jealousy sprang up in its heart as it sees how useful the loamy soil is to everyone.
It continued to sober in its miserable life.The clay tried doing what the loamy soil always do."I will show myself to the farmer today.Maybe he would see that something can also come out of me." The clay thought.The farmer declined saying it is too sticky.
The farmer finally poured some seeds into its belly after several pleas from the clay.The clay waited and waited but nothing sprang out.The clay felt defeated and finally agreed that nothing good can ever come out of its being.
One day,a man passed the clay;The man was very handsome and powerful.Every part of his body was perfect and well sculptured.He walked back to where the clay was.He bent down,picked up the clay and said to himself "Something good will definitely come out of this...
It continued to sober in its miserable life.The clay tried doing what the loamy soil always do."I will show myself to the farmer today.Maybe he would see that something can also come out of me." The clay thought.The farmer declined saying it is too sticky.
The farmer finally poured some seeds into its belly after several pleas from the clay.The clay waited and waited but nothing sprang out.The clay felt defeated and finally agreed that nothing good can ever come out of its being.
One day,a man passed the clay;The man was very handsome and powerful.Every part of his body was perfect and well sculptured.He walked back to where the clay was.He bent down,picked up the clay and said to himself "Something good will definitely come out of this...
