“I like this glass, ” said the master, delighting in the diamond light patterns shining through its thousand facets. “I find this glass very beautiful. When the sun shines through it, there are rainbows. When you test it, it gives a wonderful ring. But I know that this glass is already broken.”
The worried father did not understand.
“Each time I sip from this glass, I enjoy it,” the master continued. “And yet, when a strong wind tips it over or I knock this glass with my elbow and it shatters into a thousand pieces, I will say, ‘Ah so, it was already broken.”
Chan seemed to be suggesting to the father that were he to love his children in this war, each moment he spent with them would be so direct, and so precious, that there would be no room for regret, no necessity for hope. Acceptance would trump hopelessness.
I wonder if this is true, and what it would mean to the girl on the rock. Whether this lesson would strip off her blindfold, stop her from reaching, seeing that her harp was already broken. Or wether the girl would still want to play because playing itself is in her nature, knowing that one string can be enough, and that if that last string breaks, she can always sing.“
– Sarah Moss
Thanks to Sofaya for this