Imagine all of your life and experiences have built up the world around you like a snow globe.
It is created of what you know of the world. It is built of your ideas of what is truth, what is real, what is fantasy, and it surrounds you.
Pieces of the outside world chip away at your glass globe, but still it stands.
One day hammer after hammer is thrown and your world shatters. Every time you try to build it again, it crumbles. Then all you can do is sit,
surrounded by broken pieces.


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