“Long are life’s shadows, cast by an accounting of deeds undone, words unsaid, paths not taken. What weight, this myriad of foregone possibilities and lifetimes of lost regrets? A Pandora’s Box of silent heartaches and bitterness is pretty much inevitable for any life lived, memories of long-past things that were or might have been. But even amongst these obsidian shards, one can find an iridescent gleam, a reminder of the things that are, a promise of the things that will be.”