A Matter of Density

A block of solid rock salt sat stubborn on the cutting board. Blunt, rough, and completely unyielding. Knives are for delicate hands that plead with ingredients. I planted my bare feet firmly into the maple wood, locked my gaze onto the crystalline ridge, and brought the heel of my right palm straight down with focused, uncompromising force. A dull crack echoed off the ceramic tiles as the mineral split cleanly into three jagged fragments beneath my strike. Pure mass meeting absolute intent.