We are all born lumps of clay, and at first others try to shape us.
When we realize we can shape ourselves, we feel an angst to do so.
When we realize others do not want us to do so, we fight to shape ourselves
or we give up and allow our ball of clay to be solidified in the oven of conformity.
Now as marbles,
the conformed roll around trying to knock other marbles out of the ring
while trying to pile up as many other marbles as they can for themselves.
Marbles just roll around, bouncing off other marbles, but never knowing
What’s inside their own rigid core, or what’s inside the core of those they knock around.