As the potter made the pots, He never designed it uniformly. The pots were never the same and its the universality of life. No one pot or person is molded the same way as those besides him. Every crack, unfinished edges, all those contours defined the uniqueness we all felt as we grow into being the best person we can all become. Our sense of humanity is anchored on the very inspiration of the potter who, in the call of times, made us into pots worthy of its dedicated and unending service to all.