The Glass is a Lie.

Picture a glass of water, filled to the half. A simple glass, just water in it.
Is the glass half full? Or is it half empty?
Mhm.
So I see.
But what, pray, would happen, if you took the glass of water and threw it on a wall?
Would that not fill this inanimate and dull object into a new, little world of motion,
vigor, meaning, price, danger, flavour, color and flair?
Now can you tell me if the glass is half full or half empty?
Should we try again then?

Picture it. Picture a solid, white concrete wall. Now pictute a glass of water thrown at it, as time slows down to gaze upon it. Picture the glass cracking, slowly, the sound of a star exploding, as continents and seas are born in one moment and are dead in the next. Imagine those cracks, those seas and rivers, breaking, spreading, magnificently twisting and turning towards all directions while the water overflows in a dance of maddening and liquid grace, pulled from all directions while trying to be thrown to all the opposite ones. Picture the glass as it jumps against the wall and divides into those smaller, crystal stars which now fly and spray towards the air and the floor, all in an unthinking, chaotic stratagem of covering as much unexplored aether as every little drop of a solid rainbow can. Picture the water turning into a rain of color and following the shards of glass like children chasing each other, playing tag. Some drops of water meet other shards and embrace, dragged down to the ground faster, while others follow their own paths toward the unknown of the floor. Picture it all. A glistening, foggy cloud of water and glass, staying there for merely a fraction of a moment, hanging in the air like the night stars of a sky. And now time comes back from its frozen state and the cloud crashes into the ground, a small pool of water, momentarily dripping towards the ceiling before gravity applies fully. Waves upon waves of little bits of glass rolling to all directions.
Picture that final, silent, unmoving pool of glass and water.

Is the glass half full or is it half empty?

Thought so.
Good evening.