A snowflake is beautiful because it falls from the sky. The place where angels and divine beings reside. Infinity enveloping infinity.
A snowflake is poetic because it dies. Watching the beginning and knowing the end. The journey is a tragic reflection of life.
A snowflake is almost unique. Two snowflakes can be alike, but one can waste a lifetime chasing a game of probability stacked against all odds.
You are almost a snowflake.