Suppose we suddenly wake up and see that what we thought to be this and that, ain't this and that at all? - Kerouac

 “One by one, the snowflakes floated down on to his warm snout, and melted. He reached out to grab them so he could admire them for a fleeting moment. He looked towards the sky and watched them drift down towards him, more and more, soft and light as a feather. ‘So that’s how it works,’ thought Moomintroll. ‘And I thought somehow that the snow grew from the ground up!”

― Tove Jansson, Moominland Midwinter