I've posted this quote before but I love the feelings that it express.
John
"High overhead the stars are burning brightly. A waxing moon is rising in the East. And abruptly the man stops. Carefully he removes the brightly colored cloth that has been wrapped around the baby boy, and with one hand supporting the infant’s head and another beneath his back, he lifts the child skyward, to gaze at the constellations and contemplate the vast reaches of space where the planets slowly spin. And then to his son, he utters the words of his tribe and tradition, the words that he learned from his own father: “Behold the only thing greater than yourself!”