Our own fairy-tale

When we step into the family, by the act of being born, we do step into a world which is incalculable, into a world which has its own strange laws, into a world which could do without us, into a world that we have not made. In other words, when we step into the family we step into a fairy-tale.

Our existence may cease to be a song; it may cease even to be a  beautiful lament. Our existence may not be an intelligible justice, or even a recognizable wrong. but our existence is still a story. In the fiery alphabet of every sunset is written, “to be continued in our next.”

~G. K. Chesterton~