I am a sinner. These are my confessions. I look back at my past, to ponder on why I am who I am today. My frailty is astounding, as minor issues revertebrating across eternity - spying on my maid taking her bath, being the smelly kid in school, becoming the object of inexperienced parental errors in lieu of being firstborn - its impact increasing with the momentum of time. Force upon force. Tenacity upon tenacity. And upon collision at some later date, I shatter into smithereens. M...