The ancient proverb, ‘Udu m Alapụta m’- the expression of regret over a broken pot, captures a devastating truth: a vessel spills either from too much abundance or too little care. Consider the age long tale of the heartbroken maiden whose pot slipped and shattered on her way home from the stream, The maiden’s sorrowful plea to her mother - her pot now broken, serves as a perfect metaphor for the human condition when we stray; the moment the calculating intellect assumes the throne of the nurturing intuition, the take of the individual who allows the cold logic of the intellect to dominate the warm wisdom of the intuition. It is a disastrous misplacement of trust. This role reversal leads to the inevitable spillage; a decline in the right footing, a fundamental mishandling of the spirit’s purpose. That which was meant to be a beautiful help for life and an earthly tool in guidance is corrupted and turned against oneself, becoming a sharp, self-inflicted weapon rather than a vessel for nourishment. This fatal transposition of roles causes the spillage - a decline, a mishandling of an inherent beauty. What was once a gift of sight becomes a burden; the light of reason is weaponized against the very spirit it was meant to guide.