TRIAD: Three separate highways intersect at a place no reasonable person would ever want to go. Three lives that would have been cut short, if not for hasty interventions by loved ones. Or Fate. Three people, with nothing at all in common except age, proximity, and a wish to die. Three tapestries, tattered at the edges and come unwoven to reveal a single mutual thread.

Don't make me laugh, I'd much rather cry.

Can a dream be wrong? Aren't dreams God's way of telling you things?

Disappointment Can do a couple things. It can drop you into a giant sucking sinkhole of depression, a place you have to fight to climb out of. Or it can trigger an epic mania to overcome the odds and transform failure into success. Say you swing as high as the chains will take you because you seek the thrill of flight, and on the up- kick, you lose your seat. Injury is likely. But if you worry about falling down, and never chance "up," the sky will remain forever out of reach.

Memory is a tenuous thing, like a rainbow's end or a camera with a failing lens.

Loss is loss. Doesn't take death to create it.

As I thought about that, I had to wonder: What will we know better about tomorrow? Who cares? Hindsight is useless.