In the fragility of our lives, we seek permanence, a bit of assurance that our footprints would not vanish like seconds disappearing into the realm of time. This struggle is like a common denominator uniting us, the humans regardless of our race, religion or color. While we put our energies into building blocks of material wealth, social status and seek love, our actual war is in the invisible world of our fear of losing what we have. We make houses, work and save money, and strive for recognition among other fellow beings. While our definitions of life are endless, the highlighter is our hope to live on, to keep the heart beating despite all the bumps on the road. We live in silent denial of the end while every fraction of second screams on it. We think that death should be kept at a hand's length for the harshness of it makes us sad. Perhaps at the crack of dawn, when we have made it through the night, and the heart is still beating, we need to remind ourselves that the sunset of that day may not be witnessed by us all, that midday sun may not find us in its illumination. And that life may not come back at the full circle to the next morning to find us awake. The eggshells on which we walk every day may give away to a catalytic, delivered by life, the great catalyst. Forever are we suspended between birth and death. It's like life repeating over and over, every day, and every second, " I shall kick you out of this world" while we keep saying, " We are creating permanence in the world of impermanence."