"Measure the precise amount" is never something heard on Rachael Ray or Emeril. A pinch of this, a dash of that, a palm full, or maybe less. The master chef doesn't always know how much of something he puts in, or want to. He goes by taste. How is it, then, that the portioning is always precise in his restaurant?
Do twins have equal measurements? Do they -- with their same colored hair, same height, and same birth mark -- contain the same things?
How is it that a thing is a thing? With its height, weight, size, shape. At what point does God stop making the man and the man make himself? God makes a life, man makes himself?
Buildings in a complex -- indistinguishable on the outside, unique on the inside. Does that construction worker take credit for the life inside? Things are made whole by inner promise.
To make man:
Start with a precise amount of air
A dash of soul
A pinch of wit
Add a palm full of emotion, to taste
A healthy portion of skin, bone, and hair
Perhaps a touch of alopecia, if hair is not available
Throw it in the oven at 98.6 degrees for a reasonable lifetime.
BAM! You're done.
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