I was told as a child that each glimmering star represented a new hope, a potential solution for any problem life may present. I was told to pray and to have faith. I was told to never surrender my dreams to the realm of impossibility and to always look both ways before making a decision. As a child, one is blindly faithful. We trust our parents, we trust our gods. We follow along without question, obsequious to a fault. But then we grow, we mature, we encounter new things, new people. We soon begin to question everything. Why do infants perish in car accidents? Why does dad always smell like perfume and pussy when he comes home from work? Why does mom start trembling every time the phone rings? Such questions have their answers. We just choose not to seek them. We don't want to know. As far as we're concerned, babies are just fragile, dad sits next to a...