When all the salt is taken from the sea and returned to the earth through a thousand billion tears. Will we have learnt to sway the yearning to take all we can and hold it close till our fingers wither their grasp and are forced to let go? The finger of fate points solidly at our hearts and yet we would not heed it while we ascend the insurmountable face of mortality. It is a peak ever without end and by ignoring it we disregard the fact that we can help each other; because it boots nothing to keep it safe and hidden, when so many are in need.