Life tortures love. This lesson permeates my soul as I move forward against the tide. I wake up recognizing that my breath conflicts with my heart. The moment of pain begins with one eye opened, one eye closed. At that moment war with my molecules is infinite. It wasn't always like that. One day after hundreds of thousands of Haitians released their mortal coils, leaving their blue green paradise in ruins, I was taken to the hospital approaching the same precipice.