He has taken it very hard. Why, you'd think it was only yesterday, the way he takes it. Not that he says much, but he laughs much louder than he used to. And he can't bear to be left alone even for a minute, and he can't sit still. To make an apple pie from scratch, we must first invent the universe.
Any fool can count the seeds in an apple.
Only God can count all the apples in one seed. Robert Schuller Invention, it must be humbly admitted, does not consist in creating out of voice, but out of chaos. And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they'd made. I 'spect I grow'd. Don't think nobody never made me.