Hardly anything makes sense to me. Almost everything, in fact, defies it. I cannot for the life of me understand why no one else is as constantly and continuously in awe of everything.

I wouldn't want it any other way.

The day I see the sky, a dog, a glass of water and don't see anything but the sky, a dog, and a glass of water will be the day i die, and even then, do i hope that i'll see so much more.