So strange, life is.
Why people do not go around
in a continual state of surprise
is beyond me.
If I stop and really look at something I usually pass by with only a cursory glance, I am astonished at what I didn’t see before.
Inside and up close is an unfamiliar richness and strangeness, as if of a foreign world, that I might miss altogether if I didn’t find the time to be surprised by life.
It is beyond me how much is beyond me.
It is all beyond me.