You are playing a game in a proverbial room.
Everyone including you has a jar for a head filled partially with marbles.
Everyone is running around and around handing out marbles.
You are confused with the purpose of the game.
You run around and exchange as many marbles as you can.
Everyone else does the same.
You don't know why you're exchanging marbles or what they are for.
You continue because everyone else does.
It seems to be a race.
In the rush some marbles fall to the ground.
Someone slips and falls.
Everyone stops.
They toss as many marbles toward the person as they can.
The person has a even harder time getting up because of the overwhelming amount of marbles.
Distracted by the confusion you look around.
Aside from all the people running there are people standing along the walls.
You walk up to to one.
He is an older man.
You both stand there.
He doesn't give you a marble.
You take off your jar and hold it forward.
He looks down at the jar and pulls out a piece of coal.
He places it in the jar.
You look at the piece of coal and utter and inquiry.
He points at your heart and departs.
You open your heart.
Deep inside is a paint set with magical properties.
You take it out and start painting the piece of coal.
It transforms into a sparkling gem.
You continue to trade coal with the other standing people.
You continue to paint the coal they give you.
They continue to turn to gems.
Everyone slows to a walk.
They are getting tired.
So are you.
You stand along the side of the room with the other standing people.
Few people come up to you and get your coal.
A buzzer rings without making a sound.
The game is over.
Everyone sits down.
They take off there jars and look through their marbles.
Many people find marbles they do not like and cast them aside.
You look through your jar.
Compared to the gems most of your marbles look unappealing.
You remove most of the marbles from your jar.
Your jar is now almost empty.
Everyone else finishes emptying their jars of the marbles they dislike.
Everyone else's jars are almost empty too.
Sleep is coming.
Marbles litter the ground.
Everyone searches around them for marbles they like to finish filling their jars.
Nobody finishs filling their jars before they fall asleep.
Others hurry and fill their jars with any marbles they can find.
Parents stuff handfuls of unwanted marbles into their children's jars.
Their jars look ugly to them.
At least they're full they think.
They fall asleep as well.
Your jar is also empty.
You look at it mournfully as drowsiness sets in.
The gems start to expand and fill the entire jar.
You fall asleep with a full and beautiful jar.
The lights shut off.
Everyone is asleep.
Tomorrow a new game will be played.