May I always live with this kind of wonder:

"First, I found the whole modern world talking scientific fatalism; saying that everything is as it must always have been, being unfolded without fault from the beginning. The leaf on the tree is green because it could never have been anything else. Now, the fairy-tale philosopher is glad that the leaf is green precisely because it might have been scarlet. He feels as if it had turned green an instant before he looked at it. He is pleased that snow is white on the strictly reasonable ground that it might have been black. Every color has in it a bold quality as of choice; the red of the garden roses is not only decisive but dramatic, like suddenly spilt blood. He feels that something has been done."

--G.K. Chesterton, in his essay "The Ethics of Elfland", part of the book Orthodoxy