Some people here, and everywhere, are totally heartless. They don't get it, they don't get how everything works, they can't feel the heartbeat of the people around them. They're lost... and can't tell the heat of chaos, from true warmth. But, doomed are they not, for one day they may wake from the deep sleep they shelved themselves in, to bare the world they didn't yet learn. And they'll stare as sunsets, and see not an ending, but a beautiful painting. Fireworks, not as loud crackles, but at the right moment, the wonder of the night, and the love in the air. In mercy, and in prayer should we treat them.