“ But everything is how it should be. How's that for wisdom? ”
The forger was too exacting, too superficial. Only the real artist has the false beginning.
~ Dominic Smith
There are pockets of time, she thinks, where every sense rings like a bell, where the world brims with fleeting grace.
We're conduits for the universe's desire to think about itself.
Old age is having the name of a chiropractor in your wallet. It's cutting out coupons for the zeal of discounted small items and the practice of fine motor skills.
