There Are No Random Acts.

Sacrfice," The Captain Said. "you Made One. I Made One. We All Made Them. But You Were Angry Over Yours. You Kept Thinking About What You Lost. You Didn't Get It. Sacrifice Is A Part Of Life. It's Supposed To Be. It's Not Something To Regret. It's Something To Aspire To.

But Hurting Ourselves To Inflict Pain On Others Is Just Another Cry To Be Loved.

There Is No Formula To Relationships.

We Do Not Realize The Sound The World Makes -- Unless, Of Course, It Comes To A Stop. Then, When It Starts, It Sounds Like An Orchestra.

All Who Are Born Are Always Dying.