However, what was once the passing blur of a fellow man outside a car window has now disappeared from view. I am alone. What seemed so significant on earth has now dwindled to non-recognition by my finite eyes. I am now at forty thousand feet in a jet which whizzes over the earth. I see no houses, no cars, but especially, no man.
Earth now becomes increasingly small as it whispers below in gradual movement.
Something now comes to my awareness. I begin to struggle, to look through the mind of a God who must be infinitely greater than any that I could construct on earth. The man who felt so great in the African village now contemplates his own insignificance from the viewpoint of a God who can whiz by galaxies. It is a humbling experience. Aboard a space ship blasting to the outer fringes of the universe, I begin to ponder.