Everything dies. Even stars burn out.

We live in such a very sad world. There is not a scrap of true happiness to be bought, for love or for money.

And those who manage to find any, even a shred, even a touch, know deep inside that the world will make them pay for it with double its weight of unhappiness or fake happiness, which is worse. Nothing comes without a price tag, my dear. One moment of true joy is paid for with a hundred spent in wistful longing of it.

And yet we live on. We move on. Impersonality is created to shield us from the grief that would overwhelm us if we wetre truly connected together to form a world-community. It's a blessed protection. Each person deals with their own problems individually and watches everyone else's on TV. And they shake their heads thinking what a sad world we live in. But they/we are grateful. Atleast it didn't happen to us. Or people we know. Or care about. And we go on living, shielded by the fact it happened to soemone else. We can even have the luxury of getting bored of the violence and brutality, we skip over those sections of the papers and go on to the comics. Or we change the channel. Atleast it happened to someone else. We are relieved.

But then it doesn't happen to someone else. The terror strikes too close for comfort and our shield is jarred. Why, I knew that person!! I've spoken to her! Invited her over for dinner last year! She had such implacable manners! And she's dead. Murdered in her house where she made the folly of living alone with just a servant. Gunned down by ruthless criminals over money and a property deal. By those very criminals we see caricaturized in books and movies. So much that we've forgotten they're actually a part of reality while still seeming to vaguely acknowledge their presence in the real world , in real society.
And then one begins to think the inevitable next question: "Whew! That was close! My God, who's next? Could it be………………………me? My family?"

And then you begin to get scared. Very scared. Really scared. Because that's the world today, everywhere. It's bleeding fear.

Sometimes it makes me feel so helpless. I wish I could be a superhero and come flying to everyone's rescue, solve everyone's problems, make everyone happy. Atleast the solving of the problem keeps your mind off the horror of the problem itself. Where's your friendly neighbourhood Spiderman when you need one?!

And then you find something that surprises you further. People don't like Superheroes! They don't want their problems to be interfered with, solved by other people. It's intrusion. Keep tyour big nose where it belongs. And you retreat, embarrassed. Gee! I was only trying to help. And then you don't know what else to say. Even conversation dies. Like everything else. Even stars burn out.