“… I realized it wasn’t the answers I was seeking all those years that mattered as much as the act of seeing itself. It was incredible, this human capacity for learning, for hope, for love, that persisted like the box of light in my cell, the waters that flowed in my dream. It was beyond my understanding. Tears came as I surrendered to this wonderment of being.”*

*cited: Eugenia Kim, The Calligrapher’s Daughter.