If anyone ever wishes to know who I am, know only this: no matter what I tell you, one could never know the depth of it, and neither I of yours. Everyone you see at a store, or meet online, or drive past or walk beside has a life and personality so deep, so full of life and joy and pain that one could not sum it up if they were to have an eternity to try. The saddest part is that there are 8 billion tales. 8 billion stories -- real ones -- that will never be told, and that you will never get to hear. 8 billion lives that fly past under the radar of your experience on earth. I wil...