It is said . . . that a time will come when the heavens will no longer bear the weight of our souls–as we have forsaken them. What was built beforehand will mean nothing, as all that there was to know will be forever-lost. The lineage of those who came before us will be broken, …

Whenever I close my eyes . . . I can still hear my father's voice, as if he were standing right next to me . . . If only I could reach out once more, and tell them that I am grateful for all the things they have taught me . . . As I will forever carry their words, as long as I live.

"A man w…