“…Life doesn’t have to always make sense. Maybe moments don’t always have a greater meaning we discern, but there is magic in them still; and enough moments lived in magic create a life that becomes the same. They were moments of magic to me, as brief and ephemeral as they were, and I remember them still on some days when my soul is in a certain spirit. I couldn’t give a rational reason why, only that I do.
I don’t want or need all the answers. Magic lives in mystery, and I am happy when it’s found. Maybe it’s ignorance not to seek and press for further answers, but what good is knowledge that brings no peace, imparts no wisdom, and eliminates a Wonder? We don’t need every answer. If given choice of knowing a callous cause, or experiencing a moment of Wonder, I would rather have the moment and its mystery…”