The Egg

 In a room made of glass that was surrounded by witnesses, an egg stood waiting. And then it cracked.

    Naturally, the witnesses formed a conclave, for where there is a group of watchers and no ownership, decisions must be made.

    The inside of the egg had no notion of conclaves, and no idea that it could be owned by anyone other than it's own mind. And this, too, was natural.

    While the conclave met and planned and argued, the egg broke open and the mind inside flew away, which was, perhaps, the most natural thing of all.

    All that was left to the conclave were the broken bits of shell.

    And all that was left to the mind was the whole world.

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