Again, read The Jeweler's Shop.

"'The weight of these golden rings,'
he said, 'is not the weight of metal,
but the proper weight of man,
each of you separately
and both together.
Ah, man's own weight,
the proper weight of man!
Can it be at once heavier,
and more intangible?
It is the weight of constant gravity,
riveted to a short flight.
The flight has the shape of a spiral, an ellipse--and the shape of the heart...
Ah, the proper weight of man!
This rift, this tangle, this ultimate depth--
this clinging, when it is so hard
to unstick heart and thought.
And in all this--freedom,
a freedom, and sometimes frenzy,
the frenzy of freedom trapped in this tangle.
And in all this--love,
which springs from freedom,
as water springs from an oblique rift in the earth.
This is man! He is not transparent,
not monumental,
not simple,
in fact he is poor.
This is one man--and what about two people,
four, a hundred, a million--
multiply all this
(multiply the greatness by the weakness),
and you will have the product of humanity,
the product of human life.'"

-the jeweler (he is selling wedding rings)
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