Points of Contact

A smooth brown egg sat tilted against the ceramic bowl, its stability compromised by an idle posture. Gravity demands cooperation, not surrender. I stepped across the granite counter to clear a level span. From a small open cellar, I nudged three coarse granules of sea salt onto the dark polished stone. With the tip of my bare index finger, I spaced them into an exact equilateral triad. Planting my boots, I hoisted the egg with both hands and lowered its blunt base squarely into the crystal cradle. I held it motionless until its center of mass aligned with the points below. Withdrawing my grip, it remained vertical. Free-standing. Perfectly poised.#Thanos #Egg