One small changed family doesn't calculate into a world that has been spinning for a billion years. But one small change makes the world spin differently in a billion ways for one family.

Maybe the impossible is possible when you take everything else away.

I just think perfection and lasting through the ages is for Greek statues, not us mere humans.

I created an icicle sculpture in the snow. White on white.

Are the details of our lives who we are, or is it owning those details that makes the difference?

Things I can feel. Hard. Soft. Rough. Smooth. But the inside kind of feel, it is all the same, like foggy mush. Is that the part of me that is still asleep? (9)

Faith and science, I have learned, are two sides of the same coin, separated by an expanse so small, but wide enough that one side can't see the other. They don't know they are connected.