“What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are
but trifles, to be sure; but, scattered along life’s pathway, the good they do
is inconceivable.”

- Joseph Addison

It doesn’t matter what mistakes were made in the painting; it doesn’t matter how late we stayed awake thinking that we could have done it better. It’s done and it’s ours: all of the splotches and lines, the cracks in the paint from our very first experiments in living. And we still don’t know what it means.

Lyssarian Joy, “Possibly Unfinished”