Sometimes your feelings are so beautiful, so indescribably beautiful, that you feel it's a sin not to share them. Yet it's also a sin to share them with people that would miss the beauty of what's being shared. We must carefully choose people we share emotions with, as if we would pass on a family treasure.

So then, what do we do with all these beautiful stories to tell that nobody can listen? I know: we keep a little part in ourselves, because it makes us who we are. Then we spread the rest into the world: the ash flies to people whom we do not know, but who will feel the magic of the story without being able to pinpoint it. You know, when you close your eyes and smile at the sun, you've probably been touched by such a story.

Because, as we all know, where there's ash there was once fire.