eppessquared:

…every once in awhile, I allow these outer wonders to kind of blind me to the inner miracles that are occuring, transpiring every day, all around us.  I didn’t see any miracles today, Larry.  No, no, no, but, you see, the tendrils that connect human beings– one to another, they’re just so…unlikely, so inherently, um, fragile. I–I think that it’s a miracle that they even exist at all.

eppessquared:

My grandmother used to tell me stories about what it was like [in India]. I just tuned her out. I wanted to push away that part of who I am. […] But now, you know, seeing this girl and what she’s going through– I have to help her. But I don’t know how. I don’t know what to say and I don’t know what to do…