The planet is abundant with beauty. It permeates every square inch and area of living presence on this planet. But it is always balancing on a knife's edge. Nowhere is the beauty of life more visible, more distinct and more evident than in the struggle between it and death, or between hard and soft. Perhaps between the sick and the healthy or between the hard city and it€™s inhabitants that scurry between the high rises, just to see the end of another day. Between the hammer and the anvil.