Paperman

The genesis of the soul of a human could be considered akin to a blank sheet of paper.

While the body grows, the soul searches for pieces from the world to paste onto itself in a

work of collage; and at some points in its lifetime, it may find other souls and engage in

meaningful exchanges of the pieces of art they have borrowed from the world--Some

may consider this as not borrowing, and instead stealing, but after the limited amount of

time a body has in this universe, it shall decay, leaving the borrowed pieces back to their

home-- Just as the apple Adam and Eve took from the garden shall blossom from its

seeds once more, the existence of the frail human body is but a mere point in the infinite

cycle of existence; the soul merely has an instinct to mimic the perfection of this cycle, as

observed from the cyclical appearances of

physical intimacy. The blank slate, the paper-man is simply a curious infant in nature,

utilizing the limited time it has in this existence to mimic the only thing it has seen-

existence itself.