the only reason to live is emotion and sensation.
when my 4-year-old responds to my question about stars, he is looking up, and i can see precise reflections in his youthful retinas, and he nods surely, slowly, looking up at the darkness and says, in, not a whisper, but just above one..."there are fire lights in the sky"...i just about fell apart.
to have moments like that, everyday, is a reason to live.
