Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun.
I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center.
You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.
There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.
