I am old enough to recognize the astounding miracle which is modern technology. I am young enough to hope that, to know that with God, nothing…nothing is impossible.
As I hurtle along in the wee morning hours; traversing a dark road covered with forestation a thousand years old, listening to music written hundreds of years earlier by minds and hands long deceased; melodies spinning on a magical paper thin disk (already deemed obsolete) created by minds greater than mine…I sneeze the same sneezes, consider the same skies and plot the same plans made by all who passed this way.
I have no power save that which is given me, no life other than what is breathed into me, no hope other than the mighty hand of God. I may change my sky, but not my soul…whether journeyed there by wind, land or sea.
For all of this and more, I am thankful.
690 Saint Paul 