He goes before me and still dares me on:
When I come where he calls, then he is gone.
The villain is much lighter-heel'd than I:
I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly;
That fallen am I in dark uneven way,
And here will rest me.
From A Midsummer Night's Dream.
It came to my mind, in watching the oncoming hurricane and contemplating the wideness of the world and vastness of the earth and air, that man's greatest mistake is in assuming he is God's greatest creation. It is that hubris that makes those who call themselves "Christians" (or really, any of the Judeo-Christian religions) wrong. They puff and preen and pose and pretend that God focused all His eternal powers on making them, when there is so much more to His works. We are not the greatest of His creations, or even a very important one. We are just a part of the universe, and the universe will as He will. God made us and gave us a brain and He probably just sighs in frustration when we refuse to use it. He doesn't make things happen, He just set things in motion.
I think I might be getting a cold.