Wisdom Is Finding Joy In Bewilderment

My Son, Your Ineptitude Is So Vast, Your Incompetence So Profound, That I Am Certain You Are Inhabited By Greater Power Than I Have Ever Known.

The Horns Came Riding In Like The Rainbow Masts Of Silver Ships.

Farewell,' She Said. 'i Hope You Hear Many More Songs' - Which Was The Best Way She Could Think Of To Say Good-bye To A Butterfly.

The Moon Was Gone, But To The Magician's Eyes The Unicorn Was The Moon, Cold And White And Very Old, Lighting His Way To Safety, Or To Madness.

As For You And Your Heart And The Things You Said And Didn't Say, She Will Remember Them All When Men Are Fairy Tales In Books Written By Rabbits.