Memories are broken windows; windows with a view of the past, interrupted by the jagged edges of forgetfullness. Through these exquisite shards, my life is pieced together. Some of these memories try to tear and cut at my flesh. But as I look upon all of the fragments I find the sunlight dancing playfully and splendidly upon most. The fractured edges capture and transform the rays into vivid colors, like portions of stained glass. With all my magnificient windows I shall build a cathedral.