I felt really bad these days.  Several incidents claimed a miserable death toll: 40 tourists from China's Mainland were killed in a bus accident in North Korea, nearly 20 people were burned to death in an arson attack happened at a KTV in Guangzhou, at least 10 innocent pedestrians were killed by an insane truck driver in Toronto, Canada, and two highway patrol officers on duty were hit to death by a fatigued truck driver near Tainan.  But the most lamentable tragedy happened to one of our fellow bloggers, who just lost her young, angelic, and promising daughter.  I think there is nothing I can say to console all the bereaved.  All I can do is to recite John Donne's famous poem "To whom the bell tolls" to you again:

"No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee."