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Dreaming, Dreaming, Dreaming -- Weren't Our Dreams What Gave Us Strength, Hope, And Desire?

I Am An Eighth Chinese, And I Come From A Large Chinese-american Family In Los Angeles.

Mama Used To Tell Us A Story About A Cicada Sitting High In A Tree. It Chirps And Drinks In Dew, Oblivious To The Praying Mantis Behind It. The Mantis Arches Up Its Front Leg To Stab The Cicada, But It Doesn't Know An Oriole Perches Behind It. The Bird Stretches Out Its Neck To Snap Up The Mantis For A Midday Meal, But Its Unaware Of The Boy Who's Come Into The Garden With A Net. Three Creatures—the Cicada, The Mantis And The Oriole—all Coveted Gains Without Being Aware Of The Greater And Inescapable Danger That Was Coming.

The Classics Tell Us That, In Relationships, The One Between Teacher And Student Comes Second Only To The One Between Parent And Child.

When People Are Alive They Love, When They Die, They Keep Loving. If Love Ends When Person Dies, That Is Not Real Love