Do you remember having a penpal? You'd go to the mailbox each day and see if they had responded. More often than not, there would be no correspondence. But every once in a while, just enough to keep you grasping at the hoping of connecting with another human, there would be a note - a glimmer of a window into someone else's world - a world that you desperately longed to know. Eventually, the years waned and maturity settled in like a giant weight slowly resting on your shoulders. You realized that, while it was certainly fun, it was silly, naive, to expect someone else to write to you. They had no incentive, no reason to care; and you had one more callusing lesson in human nature: it's foolish to stake your hopes to someone who has no incentive to pay you any attention.