I sometimes pause to wonder if I do justice in my day-to-day life. Do I treat all the skirmishes and successes fairly and with full appreciation? Do I do justice to all the occurrences that come along -- to even the passing of cars on streets, to flowers falling over the top of a pot on a table, to the look of the light in the moon? Do I treat them all with attentiveness and earnest concern? Do I treat them fairly, giving each incident the kind of principled consideration each one deserves? Most importantly, do I treat the moments of my day with full thankfulness, focusing on the little miracles that live inside each one? We speak of appreciating a work of art, which is precisely the sense in which I should be grateful for the passing moments, those shimmering, irreplaceable creations in a cosmos that works constant wonders.