“I am a frail and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging  and eaten and have done my fair share of eating too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wandering awed about on a splintered wreck I’ve come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections, but overwhelmingly in spite of them.” -Annie Dillard