Things I need to tell you about puzzle pieces…

*Disclaimer: What you choose to read is your decision…just don’t take it out on me, I’m just one person.

Setting: We’re in a park, you and I. The trees are nice and green and the clouds in the sky look like cotton. You and I are sitting at a table under a massive tree working on this really hard puzzle, like a 1000 piece, double sided one. Lucky for you I’m really good at puzzles, but anyway…

Characters: You and me, and everyone else as a point of reference.

Situation: We decided to finish our puzzle outside today and we end up having a conversation about things like equality, fairness and individuality relating it to the puzzle we are trying to complete. This is a discussion that represents opposite viewpoints so for the sake of a rounded conversation you are going to have the opposite opinion of me. If that’s not what you believe, understandable, just pretend.

Ok, let’s get started. Let’s skip the introduction and needless conversation about how each of us is doing and how nice the weather is.



You: Why do they have to make puzzle pieces so difficult! All these differences are just a hassle. I can never find where they go! (You are trying to connect two pieces that obviously do not go together.)

Me: If the pieces were all the same it would be no fun and you wouldn’t have to actually think to solve it.

You: Yeah, well it would sure be a lot easier if all the pieces were just the same! If I was a puzzle that’s how I would be. (Giving up on the two pieces you were trying to fit together and moving on to two new pieces.)

Me:  So you would be boring and unable to be finished? (I connect three pieces together and slide them into their proper place in the puzzle, I told you I was good at puzzles…)

You: What do you mean ‘unable to be finished’?

Me: Well if all the pieces were the same there would be no end pieces to finish the picture, just more of the same pieces. If there are no end pieces the puzzle would just go on and on forever. So what would be the purpose of a puzzle you could never finish? I mean that’s what you’re supposed to with puzzles…finish them.

You: Well I guess that makes some sense. But why do puzzle makers have to make the pieces so similar yet all drastically different? It is just frustrating when you can’t find where a piece is supposed to go. If all the pieces were the same there would be much more order. Every piece could go where ever they wanted, they wouldn’t be limited by having a designated spot, a certain piece. Why would you put limits on the pieces by making them different? All that does is restrict the parameters of what the pieces are able to do. (You finally connected a piece to the one of the end pieces and are increasingly happy with yourself.)

Me: That’s true, but if all the pieces were the same and could go where ever they wanted, there would be no picture that they would create. They would all have to be like blue or grey or some other solid color just to make sense. No bounds equals no picture. When pieces are all different they each have their own individual places forming a picture together with the other little pieces. Unbeknownst to the pieces themselves, they work together to form something unable to be seen at first. So if the pieces were all the same, not only would the puzzle be boring to put together, but it would be boring to look at as well. (I had been working on a large section of puzzle, you watched unhappily as I hooked it into its place).

[The idea that I’m trying to get across can be somewhat summed up within this quote by C. JoyBell C. “We are all equal in the fact that we are all different. We are all the same in the fact that we will never be the same. We are united by the reality that all colours and all cultures are distinct & individual. We are harmonious in the reality that we are all held to this earth by the same gravity. We don’t share blood, but we share the air that keeps us alive. I will not blind myself and say that my black brother is not different from me. I will not blind myself and say that my brown sister is not different from me. But my black brother is he as much as I am me. But my brown sister is she as much as I am me.” ]

You: Why does there have to be a picture anyway?

Me: A puzzle without a picture is a puzzle without a purpose…



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