Planning. Moving. Stuff. Things.
I’ve inherited some China from Grandma, although it might as well be called Japan as it was made there. It was her mother’s. It features a floral design, a reminder of the natural world.
But unlike real flowers, which bloom and then die, this China has remained unchanged for years. And now, it has been held by several generations of the same family.
This is not natural.
Nobody can inherit a flower (how beautiful that would be) because they die too quickly. They arise and bloom shift in the breeze, under the sun, until they wilt and die. Some are reborn, but the individual flower never returns. It just echoes.
People are more like flowers. Plates are a dead reminder of our own transience.
I would smash them and put the shards in a flowerpot, if it would make a difference.
