Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker! Let the potsherd strive with the potsherds of the earth. Shall the clay say to him that fashioneth it, What makest thou? or thy work, He hath no hands?
Oh no, whoever opposes their Creator! Instead, let broken pottery pieces fight with other broken pottery pieces. Shouldn't the shaped clay ask the one shaping it, "What are you doing?" Or does the one being formed have no hands?