The more we learn, the more we understand. Simple, right? Of course. As we learn, the things around us make more sense, especially when we apply our knowlege logically. However, this only applies to a certain extent.

For example; I know that a diamond can be formed from carbon at high enough heat and pressure. I know that a rainbow is formed when water droplets in the air refract the sunlight like a prism. I know that George Washington crossed the Delaware on Christmas and succeeded in taking his enemy by surprise with a tiny force of men. I know that love is caused by chemicals and endorphines in my brain.

But think on this; why? Why in a different sense, though. Why did that piece of carbon end up in that high pressure hot spot to become the Hope Diamond instead of somewhere else to become a piece of graphite in someone's pencil? Why did I stand right where I did to have that sunlight refracted at just the right angle to produce a rainbow? Why did George Washington think of, and stick to, a plan that seemed doomed to fail and yet became a turning point in a war that changed the face of the earth? Why does my brain release those swoon-inducing chemicals when I see that particular person?

Why?

You see, I have learned as well that even though I can explain something, that does not necessarily mean it is not a miracle.