I'll make no excuses.

I live in an ever-expanding life of wonder. It is scary and fun and full of random things like cheese that is joyful and potatoes that wish they weren't and spoonerisms that nobody would ever make and redefining the definitions of common words to suit whatever arguement I want to make.

I can look out my window and see nothing but bleak self-destruction. I can go up to a person on the street and get them to tell me their dreams and make them believe in them, if only for a second.

A gift.

http://xkcd.com/137/