Someone is reborn. Someone takes a fall. Lots of things blow up. Something really big blows up. Hearts are broken.
Love is found, possibly too late.
And there are equal measures of hope and great despair. When I watch TV and see those poor, starving kids all over the world, I can't help but cry. I mean, I'd love to be skinny like that, but not with all those flies and death and stuff. It's so complicated, it can't crash. The first method is far more difficult.