"To sleep, perchance to dream, ay there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil. Must give us pause."
Somewhere between what exists and what is ideal lies a force called Friction. Friction is the force that inspires, creates, and destroys. It can ignite us to do extraordinary things, but can also consume us in the flames of frustration an