Funny, how falling apart is often what puts us back together, into what we have always been deep inside. I guess it helps for us to see all of our guts laid out at our feet; to know what is real, and what is just 'shit'.
Maybe Humpty Dumpty wasn't an egg, maybe Humpty Dumpty was a person. Maybe, he didn't WANT to be put back together again.
Maybe I like to be in pieces.