Window of Understanding

I was dusting the fronts of my bookcase shelves when I accidentally knocked off the  pot made by the head of the art department where I went to college so many years ago. A piece of the flared lip broke off. I could have glued it back carefully. I don’t know what came over me, but I threw the pot on the floor and it smashed into triangles and shards. The “Window of Understanding” on the pot, as he called the blue square outlined on the grey clay, was now in three pieces.

I remember what he said when he gave it to me. He whispered…..