And, really, if the bowls survived for years in the same house as my brother Nate, the true tester of that which is indestructible, it should not have broken.
Last night I dreamt of the unbreakable bowl, falling again, breaking again.
The obvious metaphor is that something that was not meant to be broken has fallen to pieces. I can't help but wonder, though, if there is another more positive message here. Out with the old ways of thinking; usher in the new. Things that were previously thought impossible are now possible. It's not broken--it's a breakthrough.
Or maybe I've just been spending too much time online, shopping for dinnerware.