Yesterday was December 4. While walking toward the shore in the late afternoon, I passed by a seafood restaurant. Sheets of paper were spread across the tables, and on those papers I heard the crack of shells, small snapping sounds, and the strange seriousness with which people were cleaning crabs. It felt almost like a ritual. My eyes caught on one detail the claws of the crabs. In nature they look threatening, armored by their shells, defending themselves with those sharp claws. Yet here they were, breaking helplessly between two human fingers. On one side a creature that appears strong, on the other a human finger that appears weak. And the balance of power was nothing like I imagined. I paused for a moment. There was a strange lesson hidden inside that scene Strength is not always what it looks like from the outside. Sometimes a claw is not e ...