a million little pieces

The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I broke something, Old Man.
How badly is it broken?
It's in a million little pieces.
I'm afraid I can't help you.
Why ?
There's nothing you can do.
Why ?
It can't be fixed.
Why ?
It's broken beyond repair. It's in a million little pieces.

"I turn and look back across the Lake. The mist is gone and the ice is diminished, the drip of the icicles quick and heavy. The sun is up and the Sky is blue empty blue light blue clear blue. I would drink the Sky if I could drink it, drink it and celebrate it and let it fill me and become me. I am getting better. Empty and clear and light and blue. I am getting better."