"It's like a card house you know," she says and folds her hands like a pyramid on the table to demonstrate. "Like that," she smiles while she thinks. "The whole house depends on each card and if one falls down," she puts her right hand down on the table, "the other falls too," her left hand follows the right. "But it's not like a card house can be built with only two cards, a life craves millions of cards. A life is hard to build that way. It takes time. And although it is so hard to build, it takes just a second to tear it down. Just like that," she slams her hands on the table making it shake like a tiny local earthquake. "But," and then she smiles one of her crooked smiles. "The cards are still there, although they are just a heap. So they can be built again and again. Do you want to know what the weird part is?"
"When you build the house up again it will look just the same as the first time, just like the second time, third time and so on. Just the same. But it is not. It just appears to be the same but it is fundamentally different from the other times. The cards are stacked differently. A spades is where a heart was last time. A pair of diamonds holds up a pair of clubs when it should be the other way around. But still it looks the same. That's why most people don't know when people change and become something different. That's why people look the same but has grown to something else."
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