What do you do,
When somebody breaks it for you?
My intention is to write poetically on the subject, and to weigh/involve your thoughtful comments philosophically. If you’re intrigued, your time within this post may require some effort. How does this question call you, challenge you, reacquaint you with something very personal? Or, for you, is it more a general search of principle? For me, it’s both microscopically introspective, panoramically outlooking, and an important question for each of us either way. Moreover, the structure of your response may well be telling: are you inspired to soliloquy by the gravity of the question or is yours such an immediate and innate response that few words serve it best? Promises tend to invoke higher, evermore indescribable warrants such as honor, identity, beauty and love. But that doesn’t inherently mean that our grasp of the concepts behind these very granular words need be many-fingered and complex. I’m hungry to hear a word from the community, no matter how the question above might meet each of you.