I write this as i sit down by myself in Shenzhen China. I wonder to myself what are statues and do those bring a different saying of Truth. I consider statues to be followers and people that practice stoic beliefs. When i look and envision a statue i picture all marble or a something void of emotion. The beauty is undeniable. But it is false and not of the truth. There is nothing inside of the statue and it is incaple of feeling.