March 1st, 2005

The Shattered Pieces of an Unbreakable Bowl

When I was visiting my family on Sunday, my mom dropped a bowl of ice cream. It shattered and shards scattered everywhere. She swept up the pieces and, in the process, smeared vanilla ice cream all over the floor. "That's funny," she said, "Those bowls are supposedly unbreakable."

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.