"When I've thought about him dying, which admittedly isn't that much, I always thought of it like you said, that all of the strings inside him broke. But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the strings break, or maybe our ships sink, or maybe we're grass; our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is alive....If you choose the grass, you're saying that we are all infinitely interconnected, that we can use these root systems not only to understand one another but to become one another.
Maybe it's like you said before, all of us being cracked open. Like each of us starts out as a watertight vessel. And these things happen; these people leave us, or don't love us, or don't get us, or we don't get them, and we lose and fail and hurt one another. And the vessel starts to crack open in places. And I mean, yeah, once the vessel cracks open, the end becomes inevitable....And it's only in that time that we can see one another...before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. but once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out."
I don't feel like I have a whole lot to explain here, because I think the main idea is said pretty clearly. I will let you reflect on it for yourself.
This is so beautifully written, and I just hope I get the chance to write something this powerful, and this meaningful, sometime in my life.
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