The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
The human heart is the most deceitful of all things, and desperately wicked. Who really knows how bad it is?
The best bakers are those who can adapt and improvise.
