Life is as precious as death for what they both bring us, and in between these two points of origin stands a chance for us to understand the meaning of what we do through poetry.  It is in the love we have for the written word that makes us see the things we would not otherwise do to better control and appreciate the intent of our acts toward one another.  Poetry is the prayer of our angst against the world, screaming to break through to a better state of mind; poetry soothes, poetry ruffles, but in every moment of the day, poetry remains a constant though time, and the beauty of