Subject: Wow.
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Posted on: 2010-10-06 19:10:00 UTC
That'd be some seriously heavy symbolism, right there. One of those times where you have to wonder what metaphor the author was looking for (and then realize you'd have to first know the thematics of the entire story).
Like stone walls: at least, in New England, they're an obvious metaphor for the marching-on and keeping-of-traditions, often without fully understanding -why-. Stone walls were important, back in the day! And they were built by farmers chucking stones out of their way as they endlessly plodded through their stony, stony fields, and they took an art and skill that's mostly lost. People don't generally tear them down, so you see them criss-crossing all over the place, long-forgotten property lines and boundaries coursing uselessly through a young wood ("young," of course, meaning 100 or so), and people remark on the scenic beauty-- forgetting, exactly, why.
...Ahem. Uh, off-topic? What's that?
Me? I'd blow up an iceberg, out in the middle of nowhere. Pretty things, icebergs. And the outer parts would hopefully be far enough away from the blast that they wouldn't melt-- shards of crystalline ice just flying everywhere. Kinda awesome.