Every Gain There Is A Loss A solitary snowy crystal slowly drifts and whirls towards the waiting ground below. Its graceful decent symbolizes so much; the first snowflake of winter, cold, solitude, gloom, sorrow, the beginning of the end. In an instant, it's crushed within the merciless death-grip of progression. In one fell swoop we have rid ourselves of the loneliness and ice. But at what expence? An important lesson that humankind fails to pay any attention to is just this; for every gain there is a loss, and we shouldn't try to control all that is natural. Man's dream of a perfect world is devoid of any unhappiness or pain, filled with