the real culprit in draining our youthful adrenaline. It is the vacuum of success, not the fullness of failure, that deflates in the end. Dreams come true, not free, and part of that price is realizing that alas, one more time, that elusive joy has escaped our clutches. And deep within the quiet of the soul, something suggests that one more time we have looked in the wrong place. If heaven is to be found on earth, no mountain could be high enough, no ocean could provide the necessary depth. The search