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March 17, 2002 useless bits of glass The tragedy of a broken heart lies not in dying from it, but in living with it. And, when the heart breaks, it does not do so in the manner of a disassembled jigsaw puzzle.  It cannot be reconstituted.  Pieces vanish and the picture, once so familiar and comforting, cannot be reproduced.  The heart breaks like crystal under a hammer's blow.  It shatters.  Vital parts are reduced to pieces so fine they are as dust which scatter before a baby's breath.  Pieces that remain, recognizable fragments, no longer fit with each other.  Without context, they are useless bits of glass.

©  2002 by the beastmaster