Somethings just hit you.
And I realized. That one is something jagged, sharp. Broken glass, I think. Kind of beautiful, perhaps, in the right light. Would cut anyone who tried to pick it up, thought.
People say that broken things are often more beautiful than whole.
Or more interesting, perfection is boring, perhaps?
I often think it's funny. That that particular person is the most dangerous one of them all. Except when it's not.
Then there is the fact, that this whole mess, with even the gods having to get messed up into it. Was started by a human. Because he was bored, or wanted to see if he could do it, quite probably.
And I realized. That one is something jagged, sharp. Broken glass, I think. Kind of beautiful, perhaps, in the right light. Would cut anyone who tried to pick it up, thought.
People say that broken things are often more beautiful than whole.
Or more interesting, perfection is boring, perhaps?
I often think it's funny. That that particular person is the most dangerous one of them all. Except when it's not.
Then there is the fact, that this whole mess, with even the gods having to get messed up into it. Was started by a human. Because he was bored, or wanted to see if he could do it, quite probably.