What is life? Can it be seen underneath the tissues, the muscles, and the tears? We have this concept, but miss its meaning. Life. We each get one. Composed of memories, sorrows, acts of courage. This life is more than a concept. Its a person. A person composed so complex not even science can recreate it completely. Precious a concept abused so easily. Something so fragile used so carelessly. Two options are present, made clear for all: a corpse or a life. It's your call. In the end, we each receive the outcome of our fall.