We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
This sculputre reminds me of the part in the movie, Passion of Christ, when they took him down from the cross and he fell into his mother's arms. makes me cry every time I watch this movie and every time I see this sculpture. Such a powerful bit of marble.
Yes, He was always calling people back to the real point. And we, in turn, were always fomenting schisms, if not actual armed conflict, over controversies like whether an impure vessel tainted not only its own contents but any vessel into which the vessel had been poured, or whether the ritual bath could be accomplished slightly before sunset or must await the actual moment, or (later) what exact words were pronounced over an infant's baptism.
He always came back to saying, "God has already told you what to do. Just do it, and quit getting distracted by all this fetishistic detail. On this hangs all of the Law and the Prophets."
--the proportions of the figures are also way off --if both were standing, iirc, she would be a foot or two taller. The artist was after something beyond the text, and bent every effort to get there. The very abnormality itself is part of it.