You have changed me, for better or for worse. You have redefined me, broken apart my erstwhile form. You have stretched me, often almost to breaking point. You have twisted me, made a corkscrew until i wasn’t even sure what i was. You, have pulled me into a hundred different directions, all at once.
And then you say i am the most rigid. If only you knew.

After all, what more do you expect from a poor little lump of potter’s clay?