Sometimes I think that if I say thank you too many times, it comes off as insincere. Or sometimes, I get lost in the ornate trees of the gratitude forest. Sometimes I feel like the sheer repetitiveness of my thankful feelings makes it impossible for anyone to hear whatever it is I think I’m trying to say.  I think all that’s wrong, or should be, or anyway, what’s true is: I am deeply thankful for the air that I breathe for the water that I drink, for the stories in the air and the thoughts that I think. But most of all, I thank 13 billion years of coincidences that let me share this air with you.

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—-> Ethos: We are so happy and grateful that we are so happy and grateful.