When I think of the iceberg, I like to remember it was once part of a massive piece of ice. Rain water and snow accumulated over hundreds, or thousands of years; then one day, it breaks off and drifts down the Atlantic in the path of the greatest man made structure. The irony - a symbol of man's greatest achievement stopped dead in its tracks by a piece of mother nature. And so I look at the iceberg and wonder about all these questions. I wonder when the iceberg broke off and drifted down. Was it only months or years? Could it have occurred before the Titanic was even built? And how many years do you think it took for that ice to accumulate on the glacier? Hundreds of years? More, perhaps? Imagine, each rain drop, each snow flake, was like one minute, one day, ticking away to that fateful night, and for hundreds of years, generations of people came and went - until, that night, when the iceberg and the Titanic met in the Atlantic.