The light died in the low clouds. Falling snow drank in the dusk. Shrouded in silence, the branches wrapped me in their peace. When the boundaries were erased, once again the wonder: that *I* exist. — Dag Hammarskjold Copy Share Image
He was alone in his wonderment, amoung creatures incapable of wonder --for them it was enough to exist and go their way. — Pope John Paul II Copy Share Image
