The frailty of life, a little spark that pends from the thinnest string of blood and love ... it's amazing how a creature as resilient as human has proved to be, starts off as such a fragile little cocooned worm. No matter how well hidden and nourished it is by nature, its life and existence is still pretty flimsy, like a candle in the verge of being extinguished by the slightest wind.
A colleague came today, told me his wife lost the baby ... the idea which had lighted up his face a few months ago, now it's gone. And at the moment he said that all the washed out feelings came back: the pain, the sense of loss and the lack of direction. Wher