Eram Sum Ero.

Oremus Mare.

I believe in you.

March 3, 2025

A sculptor once stood before a block of marble. He ran his hands across its cold surface, feeling the weight of its existence. Someone approached and asked, “What are you making?”

He answered, “A man.”

The observer frowned. “But it is only stone.”

The sculptor smiled. “Yes, for now. But the man is already inside. I must simply carve away what does not belong.”

And so, he began.

To be human is to exist—a form shaped by time, biology, and chance. It is the raw marble, the undeniable presence of something that is. But to be a person is to be recognized, known, and spoken to.

A human may be born, but a person must be revealed.

This is why the language of human rights exists. We recognize that all who are human should be treated with dignity, protected from harm, and given the freedom to seek truth. Human rights acknowledge something intrinsic to our being—something beyond mere biology.