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From: RW2112 Date: Friday, August 09, 2002 Time: 09:45 AM Comments: …As the sculptor worked on the shaping of the piece, one of his tools nicked a small corner of it. A small chip broke off, which when viewed through from the other side seemed to be huge and ugly, but in reality was quite small. Being the perfectionist that he was he flew into a fit of despair. In the background his partner worked on, watching but not saying anything, at least yet. “I’ve planned, shaped, and molded on this piece forever! This was to be my masterwork, my legacy to us both! Now, it is ruined! I can’t fix this! It will never be what I had envisioned for it now!” And with that final anguished cry he swept the piece from the table. Crashing to the floor the sculpture broke into thousands of pieces. He sunk to the floor sobbing amongst the shattered remnants of it all. Softly a touch to his shoulder brought him back from his grief to reality. His partner was standing there smiling gently. “Come on, I know it feels like the end of the world, but it will seem better tomorrow. You need your rest, you’ve been going at this non-stop for days. Please, go to bed, it will be alright.” “ Are you nuts! It’s over! I’ll never be able to complete this now! This was to be the crowning achievement to my career…I planned to call it “life”…now it’s just trash…” He broke back into body wrenching sobs. “Come on, you’ve got to go to bed. I’ll take care of all this, just rest now.” She got him up off the floor, dusted him off, and helped him get into bed. As he fell asleep, she looked down lovingly at him. Just as she has always done, she set out to pick up the shattered pieces. “You know, he has worked so hard on this, I know we can still do something with it…” She started to work. The next morning he got up, feeling lost for the first time in years. He had no direction, no focus. The piece he worked on for all those years shattered. What could he do now? Then he heard her call. “ Come in the workroom, I’ve something to show you.” He walked into the room. There, standing back on the table was the glass sculpture, whole again. No, wait, it’s changed. Where a plain glass sculpture once stood, now stood a wonderful, prismatic shining piece lit from within by a beautiful pure white light. The cracks from where the piece had shattered now caused the light to break into wonderful rainbow colors that filled the room. “It’s breath-taking! But how, why…” “Shh…it’s okay my love. Last night I came back in here, and as I looked at the scattered pieces I saw the potential for this. I know you called it “life”, but I thought a better name would be “Love”…”