Idols

We are so defensive of our idols.

We handle them with kid gloves, place them gently on their altars. 

If scorned, we may hide them--under a bed, or in a closet. But we never destroy them ourselves. They are too precious to us. 

If we're lucky, someone will find them anyway, smash them on the ground.

It's painful watching your idol shatter. 

But once it's done, all you want to do is pick up a hammer.