“ Blessing Number One. Thank you for getting old because it means you are getting to live. ”
The universe is a gathering of nows that I spread before my feet like a landscape.
~ Janet Turpin Myers
Such is the dilemma of the atheist. Who to thank? It’s a terrible condition, to feel one’s heart swelling with the wonders of our world and yet have nobody to thank for it. It makes a man feel thwarted.
Why doesn’t anyone go to the moon anymore? What happened to our optimism?
I learned that adults were not soaring gods, but rather back-yard birds with broken wingtips.When you are thirteen, about to free-fall into the real world, discovering the broken wingtips is terrifying.
