Observing and understanding are two different things.

...and time becomes a forgotten detail.

Where we are going, I don't know. It doesn't seem to be the place that is important but the steps in between.

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.

It's other people who make us wise, and I haven't known nearly enough.

I decide that sometimes definitions are wrong. Even if they're written in a dictionary. Identities aren't always separate and distinct. Sometimes they ARE wrapped up with others. Sometimes, for a few minutes, maybe they can even be shared. And if I am ever fortunate enough to return to Mr. Bender's garden, I wonder if the birds will see that piece of him that is wrapped up in me.

Picture yourself five years from now. Where do you want to be? Remember that. Every day. That's how you'll get there.