To all the ones who perished; to all the thoughts, dreams and aspirations that were extinguished…to all the unwritten songs, plays, novels; to all the diseases that might have been cured which have taken away too many too soon; to all the shapes and colors that might have been. To all of the wisdom, strength and understanding which could have made this world a better place. To all the equations that could have existed; to the love that could have comforted and to the lives that could have, should have been experienced and born. To all the unknown thoughts and creations that will never be… Six Million is too small a number to account for all that was taken away.
F. Zalta 4/19