Life is like ocean waves lapping on the beach. Humanity is the ocean, waves are you and I. This is the flow and ebb of life. We are born and then we die. Often there are storms in the interim, hurricanes, even a tsunami. Each wave brings upon the shores seaweeds of sorrow, starfish of hope. Castles of dreams we build. Some we realize, others are washed away. The blue sky may turn dark at times, but always does the yellow sun exist, even if at times we cannot see it. At night, the moon casts its spell upon glistening waves making their inexorable way to shores around the world. Soon night will become day as our lives become silent in reverse.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS