I am old enough to recognize the astounding miracle which is modern technology. I am young enough to know that with God, nothing…nothing is impossible.
As I hurtle along a dark road covered with forestation a thousand years old, listening to music written hundreds of years earlier by minds and hands long deceased, spinning on a magical paper thin disk created by minds greater than mine…I sneeze the same sneezes, consider the same skies and plot the same plans made by all who have 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.
For all this…I am thankful.
690 Saint Paul 