Only God knows when we will die, but sometimes i think that if I could choose, I would choose to die on a day like today, a transitory day in early spring when winter still lingers in the paleness of the sky and the wind blows hard and portends elemental things we do not understand, but the sun is bright and the grass has grown tall and reminds us that life moves in cycles of renewal

--April 8 2011

An accidental glance---a careless movement of the eyes across a room, received and misinterpreted, reflected back at you from another person's heart and mind, followed by the chain reaction of a thousand unforeseen consequences, big or small or imperceptible---can change your life.

For most of my life I have been a wanderer and a dreamer.

Two and a half years ago I thought the time would soon come when I should want to stop wandering and stop dreaming, and I made plans, against my own nature, to be ready for that time when it came.

My plans now are all but through, and still I'm not sure. I find that I am waiting, and waiting....... for something. What, I don't know. Maybe it's all self-delusion, maybe it's all in my head. But I don't think my heart would lie to me so cruelly.

We are constantly asking God a single question: Why?

And God answers us with life.

---stolen from Orson Scott Card