you could be ordinary and attempt something extraordinary, without being able to explain it in a logical way.

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.

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

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

And it can take a lifetime, a life of many years, to accept the incongruity of things: that a small moment can sit side by side with a big one, and become part of the same.

I miss her all the time. I know in my head that she has gone. the only difference is that I am getting used to the pain. It's like discovering a great hole in the ground. To begin with, you forget it's there and keep falling in. After a while, it's still there, but you learn to walk round it.

If we can't accept what we don't know, there really is no hope.