Maybe some things aren't meant to be known. maybe there just meant to be accepted.

It's not an old book, or a treasure map. Nope. Staring up at me was a pile of rocks.

My eyes are bright, my hair has come loose from its ribbon, and Stella's scarf is waving around my neck. But that's not what I see when I look at the picture. I see three unlikely friends holding hands. And Ryan, Kenny, and Melanie are standing behind us, rapt. And in the sky above us, I see a miracle.

The people on the train with me don't know it, but in my head I'm dancing.

I'm going to be so normal that when people look up normal in the dictionary, my name will be there.

A wise man once remarked that we can count how many seeds are in the apple, but not how many apples are in the seed.

We are here because over billions of years, countless variables fell into place, any of which could have taken another path. We are essentially a beautiful fluke, as are the millions of other species with which we share this planet. Our cells are composed of atoms and dust particles from distant galaxies, and from the billions of living organisms that inhabited this planet before us.