It never ceases to amaze me how life, something so powerful, can be so fragile. Like glass, it can stand and hold for years, then shatter at any instance. We see the tradgedies on the news everyday, as if trying to foreshadow what will one day be the cryptic, dark events of our very own lives. It's as if the very passed souls that were once tied to us all are trying to tell us to stop the fighting, stop the hate, stop the ignorance - yet like the very intelligence our ancesters aim to spread, it...