Just say no but mean it this time. Don’t glamorise infamy. One thought pulses through us all: Revere life. Those who see only a bloody mask in their fractured-mind mirrors are to be allowed to return back to the nothingness from whence they came. Never give up. We shall be fine. Our twenty and twenty-first century experiment lightning-bolt paced technology is a wasteland without breath. Stop. Breathe. Pause each day to ponder what it is which truly abides. We will all stand tall with love in our eyes; sparkling lights every mother knows so well. We honor her devout wish we should all know joy forever more. This is just not a dream some of us have. Love as if it is going out of style.