There is so much to the human mind we don't understand. But, you see, if you have faith, you can do anything.

He must have driven this way countless times, and yet he had no memory of the scenery. He must have been so caught up in the day's agenda, and arriving punctually at their destination, that the land beyond the car had been no more than a wash of one green, and a backdrop of one hill. Life was very different when you walked through it.

People were buying milk, or filling their cars with petrol, or even posting letters. And what no one else knew was the appalling weight of the thing they were carrying inside. The superhuman effort it took sometimes to be normal, and a part of things that appeared both easy and everyday. The loneliness of that.

But maybe it's what the world needs. A little less sense, and a little more faith.

But it never ceases to amaze me how difficult the things that are supposed to be instinctive really are.

The past was the past; there was no escaping your beginnings.

You got up, and you did something. And if trying to find a way when you don't even know you can get there isn't a small miracle; then I don't know what is.