Why is it that what we do know can save us, but what we don't know can kill us?

And I came to understand, in a way I never had before, that books are truly the stuff of miracles. I even dared to dream that someday, somehow, I might surround myself with books from many times and many tongues.

Answers come and go, I've found. But the questions? Those remain forever.

Every piece of the universe, even the tiniest little snow crystal, matters somehow. I have a place in the pattern, and so do you. Thinking of you this holiday season!

Why is it that what we do know can save us, but what we don't know can kill us?

You're saying that our souls and the stars and the wings of a butterfly are all somehow connected?

Ah, life's little surprises! They can make any day unforgettable... or make it your last.