No words can describe, when glimmers of God's glory are revealed

The future starts here... It had been tricky reaching the top of that hill, which looked to be about 50 feet higher than the top of the bridge tower. It was much worse getting down in the dark. In a state of semi-panick, I wandered around in the dark on the edge of hills and cliffs I'd never seen before, tripped, slipped and stumbled all the way down hundreds of feet, sliding on my back for the last vertical stretch, and landing in the road on my arse. My coat was mushed. The next day I took a boat tour of the bay with an Australian tourist, ate my first lobster at Pier 39, called my first taxi for a ride to the airport, and flew out to Japan at 10:30pm. San Francisco was a gigantic, three-dimensional postcard, the magic kingdom by the sea, as enthralling as it was frightening. The road-webbed hills plunged into the sea, the spotlight-drawn outline of monstrous bridges and landmarks I'd known all my life, the traffic which made me feel like a marble trying to reach the top of the marble jar, and the sheer size, left me lost in a strange city. After spending 22 years in the midwest, I sometimes wondered if this place actually existed, and when I found it, I literally wallowed in it. I wanted to inhale it, even at my own risk. When my plane finally left, after five days of thrills and terror, I thought to myself,"Mission accomplished". I committed myself back into the hands of Mother Air Force's protection. I was in a strange land, completely on my own, and on a journey to a new, more distant, more queer land even than the city by the bay. This marked the end of a chapter in my life, although I did not know it at the time. What I did know was it had been magic. And when His light has departed, even the cold, dark remains leave one breathless

The greatest creations of mankind...

are nothing without the smallest of God's standing behind