“They say that every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it?”
Jeanette Winterson, The Passion
This is something I came across a long time ago, and when I read it, it made me feel massively insignificant. For me, it highlighted just a tiny part of the wonder that is found in this world; it eludes to something so intelligent and constructed and complex. A simple thing, like a snowflake, can stand for something so awe-filled.