The humble few.

I much expect that when men first harnessed the wind and filled sails by the power of god, seeing before them limitless adventure, exploration, domination, and even exploitation they believed, some of them, that they were closer to creation, others, The creator, and some still yet, being gods themselves.

A few. A humble few, instead realized how small they had just become, shrinking with the world, chasing stars forever out of reach. The spirt is the spirit, today as it was then.

My hope. My only hope is that I am the humble few.