Words feel cold at first, but then they make you feel hot.

They fly through the air and penetrate your skin, hurting you inside until you finally fall to your knees in pain.. Sometimes they can be as fatal as the worst forms of disease and death.

My metaphor here is clear, words can be bullets. They can hurt and kill at the pull of a trigger. And oh how much easier it is to simply fire off than it is to actually sit down and compromise.

Sometimes i think that one of the world's biggest arguments was no more complicated than everyday conflicts between people.

I do believe that it was our good friend, Davinci who referred to the stars as the "forget-me-nots of the angels".

This thought has rolled around in my mind for quite some time now.

My Grandfather used to refer to his children, my aunts and uncles as his little angels...is there a deeper meaning in this?

One thought is that my parents are my grandparent's angels, and this makes my siblings and me the stars. Wouldn't it be great if all people my age referred to themselves as stars? Personally, i find that to be a rather cheerful thought.