cold as ice

I just witnessed the most incredible instance in time and space that God

has ever mandated. An iceberg, ,the size of, perhaps a car engine, imploded

upon the rocks of the river that runs under the tracks. It was

resting on top of the rocks like a blanket and the moment I looked at it,

the water crashed against the rocks ever so slightly, perhaps

moving the iceberg a millimeter. The iceberg cracked into about eight

pieces, new mini icebergs that would probably melt into water and slush

at sunset. I guess, that is my definition of the word fragile. Am I

fragile? Are you fragile? Do we know who is fragile? Who is the judge of

fragile, someone who can decipher the truth of who can bend easily but

break so rigidly?