Clay jar...

"You don't die of a broken heart, you only wish you did.”
-Marilyn Peterson

The loud cracking sound echoes through the empty shell of a room once called a heart. Thousands of shards fly in every direction, some close enough...some small and far away...some never to be seen again... A few would indiscriminately pierce your skin and remind you of the vase that was, of the masterpiece that fell.

Now it is up to each and every one of us to decide how to act and what to see. A broken vase is not a vase, at least not the same. It can't hold water any longer. Regardless of the time spent collecting each broken piece to try and put it all together, if looked at closely, you'll see the cracks and missing pieces.
Fools play and juggle with fragile pieces, and the same fools desperately try to fix them once their idiocy has dropped the vase that now lies cracked. Let them pick up the shards if they want. Let their hands be wounded in their fruitless pursuit, for only a greater fool can think he can teach a fool.

Lesson learned: A broken clay jar, is not the same jar it was before, and it can never be. It cannot hold the water it once did, but it can certainly be displayed in that museum of our mind for us to remember precious things should not be handled by clumsy fools.