i walked to the edge of the universe in anger instead of awe, carrying a thousand blasphemies in my heart. i would have dragged my soul through mud before admitting you were right, and i did. hunched over, hobbling, heaving, i should have seen my bones reflected in every grain of interstellar dust that drifted before me, but i was too proud to acknowledge simple origins. a history of beginnings...
or maybe others can, but not to the extent that it could and should be valued. i believe that every person has a gift, that every person is born with some sort of incredible potential, that there is a magic in everyone. i feel like that’s one reason why babies elicit such wonder. bundles of unpredictable mystery in our presence, giving the world another chance to discover the best in...