What is the significance of a single life amongst billions? How do you quantify the value one life brings to the world? When do you realize a life has been extinguished?

We are individuals on this Earth, six billion strong, each possessing a life no more or less great than the any other. Yet over the past several thousand years, we have developed the ability to form connections to one another, connections in the form of families, communities, civilizations. With this ability, we transcend our individuality and spread intricate webs amongst one another.

And with that we have learned love and empathy. We have learned to care for individuals beyond the unconditional and to place another’s well-being before our own. We have become stronger and smarter by coming together and working together. As a species, we have conquered Earth by sharing.

Yet at the center of it all lies our individuality. At this very second, tens of thousands of people are waking up in the morning while thousands others slip into sleep. Several thousand more are eating breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Others are walking, driving, swimming, talking, listening, flying, sailing. Our hearts are beating, our minds are working, our bodies are living.

But everyone is thinking something different. Each individual has his own goals, ambitions and desires. No two individuals share the same set of memories, thoughts, and connections. No two individuals share the same life experience. And so, ultimately, despite the gains we achieve by coming together, we are still individuals, unique in every way.

It really is beautiful. 6.7 billion people on this Earth, yet each of them so starkly unique. Every single person has a story to tell, a picture to paint, a song to sing. Together, every individual heart beat adds to the symphony of human life.

And yet there exists individuals who purposefully extinguish the lives of others. To abruptly and meaninglessly end another’s song and story is beyond cruel. It is unforgivable.

I didn’t know Annie Le, but I now know her story. We all know her story. And as corny as it sounds, she will live on in our hearts. Her killer sought to end her existence, but he only amplified her beyond life. He sought to bury and hide her in the ceiling and in the walls, but he failed.

Tonight, in the light of a thousand flickering candles, Yale showed that Annie will not be forgotten. Her life was extinguished, but her memory will not. And so, her killer has failed.

I only wish that there was peace. What does it take to achieve that?

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