Sunday, September 16, 2012

I am a music box.

Though I embody the finest science and craft, made entirely by hand, I exist only to create beauty and pleasure.

I can be played closed, as a mystery.

I can be played open, when every part is open for inspection.

Yet though every part can be seen, I cannot be understood as a mechanical object.
I need the touch of human fingers to wind me with energy, adjust my gears, and start my music.

Without human contact, I am merely a lifeless decoration.

1 comment:

  1. The things we can learn from things... metaphors for life... strategies for better living. Thanks for writing and sharing.

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