A CRASH WAS HEARD
A vase in the middle of a dynamic room is bound to shatter, but if it is in one way, rather than another, would that, in the end, matter?
Would the shattered vase continue to ponder its fate even after someone has left it feeling uncared for and scattered?
Would the conclusion drawn by the shattered vase even make a difference if, in the end, it still remains scarred and tattered?
Perhaps the vase would ponder why the someone would do such a thing, and perhaps the vase would think that they had themselves to blame.
Perhaps their glass walls had been too see through, too inviting for the people carrying unshatterable, heavy, sheathing walls.
Perhaps this was simply finally hitting the bottom of the vase, the bottom that they never before had seen.
Perhaps the vase could move on, and perhaps it could learn to build itself up again, this time with a sturdier material, perhaps something less see through.
Perhaps this vase could resist shattering, even when placed in the middle of a dynamic room, and could now merely exist and ponder just like it used to when it was shattered.
The vase must have been hoping for a change, because when it realized that it was all just the same, it seemed disappointed.
The only change the vase would experience was something missing, and that, the vase would identify, as hope.
A crash was heard
Another vase had been broken, and to the unshattered vase’s surprise, it did not feel a need to gloat, it did not feel any satisfaction at all, instead it felt envy.
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