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then picks up one of the leftover pieces of wood, one that wasn't good for anything, a crooked hard piece with broken ends where the branches had been. Having nothing else to do, he takes this piece of wood and starts carving. By a process of trial and error, he's finally able to give it a human shape,
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or he fashions it into something that vaguely resembles some miserable creature. He covers it with red paint, giving it a rosy hue where the creature's flesh is supposed to be. He covers over every flaw in the wood.
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Finally, he makes a perfect little shrine for it and fastens the shrine securely to the wall with a nail
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so that it doesn't fall down. He knows full well that it can't do anything for itself. After all, it's only an image, and it requires help.
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In time he begins to pray to it: for his possessions, for his marriage, for his children. He's not ashamed to talk to this lifeless object. In fact, he begins to ask this fragile little creation to provide him with good health.