Life, like some grand mosaic slowly loses hold over time, and the fragile strands that connect the many different parts unravels. The universe is a mirror, fragile and reflective, and we all stand in awe of our own human vanity. Fools see the universe as linear, absolute, all knowing. The wise see the universe as chaotic, unknown, fragile. Only on the verge of infinity can one see the fall apart universe. Sadness is knowing that we all stand upon a universe with a cracked glass bottom, and in an instant we may all sink into oblivion. Everything falls apart. Empires rise and crumble as tin soldiers hold plastic banners of righteous intent, all soaked with the blood of innocents. Hands raise and fall to the deafening sound of a million questions all unanswered. Love is just another unfelt emotion, talked about but never seen in full bloom. Love is only rumor and hearsay in the fall apart universe. Eventually we all must stand upon the jagged glass of the broken boundaries and broken promises. We must all suffer the soul bleeding that follows as the tattered splinters dig deep.