The Romans created a bird-shaped glass ampoule that had to be broken in order to access the contents. This silent minimal creature possesses the barest suggestion of life; despite being featureless it seems both dignified and vulnerable. There is a poetic quality to the ampoule’s design; the inevitable damage involved in fulfilling its function.
I find this fragile glass ampoule a fitting metaphor for the body and psyche; we are vulnerable containers, both literally and figuratively. Individuals are vessels that age, become weathered, break, decay, and undergo repair. The constant vigilance against and need to deal with frailty and conflict are essential parts of being alive. The struggle to keep a body, psyche, or relationship whole is a compelling process. This need for wholeness, however one defines it, is an essential aspect of human nature.