
We made it all up and it is all just as meaningless as any of it. Knowing we applied the words for reasons which do not need us, understanding there is no magic but only process and inevitability strips life of the romanticism we once believed made it so beautiful. Even with this knowledge, I’m not convinced that there aren’t so many things that can mean so much to each of us. Without wonder, it may not sound as though it could be, but I think it is even more beautiful.