“But everything is how it should be. How's that for wisdom?”

“But everything is how it should be. How's that for wisdom?”

“We're conduits for the universe's desire to think about itself.”

“There are pockets of time, she thinks, where every sense rings like a bell, where the world brims with fleeting grace.”

“But everything is how it should be. How's that for wisdom?”

“The forger was too exacting, too superficial. Only the real artist has the false beginning.”