meus intuitus

Diamonds and Plaster

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I was digging for coal and I found a diamond.  Diamonds, rare and exploited.  This magnificent diamond, I thought I might keep it—protect it from crueler hands.  I put it in a hole in my heart.  It seemed to fit.  However, something about it was uncomfortable; and weighed heavily on my consciousness.  The diamond wasn’t too comfortable either, but it was content with its lot in life—to be whatever its holder needs it to be.  Whether waiting to be found, being put on display for its beauty, locked away by greedy hands, or used fill the holes in the lives of men—the diamond is content; such is the source of its beauty; such is the nature of its curse.

The diamond weighed heavily on my heart.  I never was a diamonds kind of man.  One day, I pondered…  What would I do if I ever found a piece of heart that fit the hole in my own?  What would I do with the diamond?  Take it out, sell it, throw it away?  Put it in my pocket?

I am the exploiter.

God damn it.  All I was looking for was some coal.


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September 30, 2012 at 4:19 am

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