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I was just thinking about making a clay pot.  So, I've got my clump of clay all picked  out and ready to mold into something beautiful.  All of a sudden the clay just starts freaking out on me and kicking me in my shins and biting my fingers.  I try to reason with it by calmly telling it that it's gonna look super cool when I'm done if it will just hold on a little longer, but the clay actually starts yelling mean things at me and can't hear my consoling words.  Trying a new method of communication with the frantic clay, I compose a nice letter thinking maybe since it's yelling so darn much and can't hear..it might read my carefully worded letter.  However, the clay shuts its little clay eyes and acts very much like a child in his "terrible twos."  It would much rather stay in it's bland clay form, than be transformed into a beautiful round bowl or something of great use that could help so many others.