My father said the only thing that can not be replaced is crystals. Good friends can be replaced by bad friends. Love can be replaced by pain. Hope can be replaced by despair. Life can be replaced by death.
I asked him as he sorted the white powder on the glass in front of the mirror.
Why can't crystals be replaced?
He sniffs his nose and says, because crystals are, at the best rocks. At least are plastic. Because crystals are illusions. Illusions of light. Illusions of color. Illusions of beauty. Illusions of meaning. You cannot replace what is not real.