Cinderella had a glass slipper, and it cannot be a coincidence that glass is so
common a substance in folk-lore. This princess lives in a glass castle, that
princess on a glass hill; this one sees all things in a mirror; they may all live
in glass houses if they will not throw stones. For this thin glitter of glass
everywhere is the expression of the fact that happiness is bright but brittle,
like the substance most easily smashed by a housemaid or a cat. And this
fairy-tale sentiment also sank into me and became my sentiment towards the whole
world. I felt and feel that life itself is as bright as the diamond, but as
brittle as the window-pane; and when the heavens were compared to the terrible crystal,
I can remember a shudder. I was afraid that God would drop the cosmos with a
crash.
(from page 86 of Orthodoxy)
Blessings,
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