My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

From one point of view we human beings are just a joke, a broken piece of pottery or potsherd, a used match, but essentially we are immortal diamonds.

The sort - out work of the potsherd unearthed in 1991 at the foot of Jilong Hill near the Zhanglin Ancient Port in Chenghai has called a phase not long ago.