The image of a person standing in front of a shattered mirror, staring down at the pieces wondering the next move. No one ever that I have known attempts to put a shattered mirror back together. In fear of getting cut on the hand or foot we sweep up the pieces being sure to cover that floor with a fine toothed comb as to avoid wayward shards later. Ultimately, all that's shattered and broken is disposed of. Any image in a shattered mirror is broken and also distorted. It is unclear and you can barely see yourself. You finally purchase another mirror. One that allows for a more quality view of oneself and is not so easily broken. In order to give love, you have to know love. Vain usage supports misconceptions and employs ignorance that spirals into abusive behaviors and addictions. Will Jewel survive the positive change imposing upon her? Or will she take a turn for the worse possibly knocking on hell's door?