Here’s the great irony.
The puzzle really only exists in the moment of puzzling; once you place the piece with that satisfying click, the puzzle ceases to exist.
We generate joy more from the act of figuring out, than from the solution itself.
The mind of God must indeed be a desultory place where the unknown unknown does not at all exist.
By definition, serendipity cannot exist in a world without surprises.
I imagined this area to be a thick strap of black dotted with specks of canvas.
Instead, why look what shone from the walls that night.
And for better or worse, once the world becomes known, it’s very very hard to regain the bliss of ignorance and innocence.