Hope, however, isn't all that's needed to achieve change. Hope is a hand extended, but two hands are required to be pulled out of this deep hole. The second hand was faith.

Where there's cake, there's hope. And there's always cake.

What looks tragic might be comic on second consideration, and what is comic might bring tears in time.

Living in the modern age, death for virtue is the wage. So it seems in darker hours. Evil wins, kindness cowers. Ruled by violence and vice we all stand upon thin ice. Are we brave or are we mice, here upon such thin, thin ice? Dare we linger, dare we skate? Dare we laugh or celebrate, knowing we may strain the ice? Preserve the ice at any price?

We are not born to wait. We are born to do.

The snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but seemed to salt the night with silence.

Loss is the hardest thing, I said. But it's also the teacher that's the most difficult to ignore.