Silence, deafening silence, then a loud thud, as the glass cup hit the marble-tiled floor. The shattering is immediate and the rebound is sudden as fragments break away in every possible direction. Taken by impulse, my eyelid jumps into action, that natural response to chaos, ensuring that when this momentary storm is over, I have eyes that can see; alas, with sight comes vision and vision, hope and hope, strength and strength, calm and calm, Toranaga Sama.