There is too much hostility among us. It's like walking atop porcelain, barely touching the surface as not to crush it. But someday, with the weight of our words and actions, the porcelain will fall beneath us and we will all come crashing down. And when we lay in the pile that is our bodies, will the tension between us all die down? Will it be then that we realize that our petty squabbles are nothing more than just that? I am curious to see what happens with us, when the porcelain beneath us begins to crack.