I no longer see the stars; I am the stars. I no longer breathe the wind; I am the wind. I am the sweet smell of honeysuckle after an evening rain. I am the dew on the rose petals in early morning. I am harmony and I am peace. I am love. In sorrow, my mother and father cry. But they need not fear. For I am strong. My heart is whole and in union with my soul. I understand my fate and I smile. For nature's will is my destiny. And my guide through eternity. Michael R. Berman, M.D.