I was reminded of a proverb: 'When a clay Buddha statue sails across the river, it can hardly protect itself.

They are so frail humans. So easily crumpled and broken, like flower petals under foot.

You are human and fallible.

The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.

We are little flames poorly sheltered by frail walls against the storm of dissolution and madness, in which we flicker and sometimes almost go out.

Investments on gateway equipment for interconnection with current networks will grow at a super-high speed after 2009. And the convergence of wireless services and fixed-line services make substantial progress.