Sub-zero temperatures have frosted my bedroom window with an exquisite collage. With little imagination I see a cactus, mountain, waterfall, leaves. “Imagination is more important than knowledge” claims Albert Einstein. Could a scientist explain how the ice picture was formed—I mean, really? Or would it take a poet? Who could explain better the truth of frost on a window? I think the poet would make the truth of ice more real to me. But each explanation would be a wonder.