Lifting off from Cleveland airport, as the airplane leaned to the right to get going in the right direction, I saw the varied pastel and gray layering of the clouds, the glaring of the sun so far away, the vastness of the earth, seeming straight and endless beyond the tiny organized rows of housing and gently curving man-made lakes just across from the wild icy expanse of Lake Erie. I knew even the littlest thing, a trembling on that gigantic earth surface, a bit of the lake spilling over, or wind uprooting those nicely neat trees could wildly upset all the sturdy plans of secure mankind. I breathe.
"And we think we're all that, God. We think we're all that."