Our job is not to break it. That is the job of the world, which knows very well how to break it. Our job is to be willing to have it broken and to learn to live that way. Our job is to make a little hole in the field of our days with an old digging stick, to ask the heart-shaped desires we have for our lives to die, to lose sight of them, and to learn to recognize the new life tendril that has cleared the surface sometime after we forget where that heart-shaped thing went into the ground. Simple.
