“It was then I learned one of the saddest things in life is to forget what gives us breath. We get caught in the madness of life. We begin to bury our finest impulses and desires. And with them, each man kills the thing he loves. Slowly, with timid choices and bitter rue. An old but potent poison, well tested and long true. It’s never a dive or with one fell fall that we jump to kill our joys—one and all. But bit by bit. We chip away at all that makes us whole. Till time and tide take their toll. And leave us weary worn and tattered torn.”