If there was a more spiritual pattern, it would be that broken things found more sacred here, broken and lost together, not out of resonance, but out of freedom, of access to insides and the place to be the part that is between to make together.
Not a creature of soulforce, here, but betweensides. Glue, sediment, and rust.
Empty mystery and rebirth, death and the connection to the sybolsphere, eco-not.