They're all so small, so fragile. And when they pile up, they eventually melt. Melt into the warm, heavenly embrace of death. Our lives may seem cold, like the snowstorm we find may ourselves looking out of. But those times push us forward. Those who have fallen become snowflakes. You want to go inside when it starts snowing, to avoid the cold. Those who die push us to better us, they push us inside, away from the cold. So when you feel it start snowing, go inside.