Its was the silent kill. The infinite glare of a million eyes focused on the point of a pin. Its power could fuel a revolution, but would rather push its victims to the deepest pit of denial and thought. A storm of frustration with cold winds of fear. It can come at any moment, hidden around any corner and sleeping within the most transparent of pons. All will be on both sides of the equation but the heart that ends up on top is surely more powerful than the solution.