When I see the moon on a clear night, I do say "blessed be" and I remind myself to be grateful to the universe that I happen to exist in such a lovely and wondrous world, even and especially as I can rattle on about magma cooling, abiogenesis, and natural selection.

In this decaying world, these moments with her help keep me sane.

What marvelous fortune to have lived to see a world that would one day make you.

You belong to the world. Don’t be afraid to be a part of it.

God has planned the world too perfectly for me to doubt that everyone is where they are supposed to be.

Maybe the world didn’t need witches and wolves, because the world itself did more to steal away the magic than fantasy ever could. It didn’t matter if one was disobedient, foolish, or unlucky, because the worst things just happened.