I seem to think I will make it, that some of these things I dream will come to fruition; and it is a strange thing to me. I really have nothing in my past that prepares me for something of this caliber, that the noble wellsprings of the world open and pour forth this kind of ambrosia. I only hope that I will remember these things I have held to, that all the work I myself have done to get here, and go beyond here — they are truly trivial things; similar to Newton saying that if he had seen far, it was because he had stood on the shoulders giants, that I know that I bring to the path only the next few feet from a road that stretches back too far to see — that in fact, man himself only added to, and did not begin himself. And I have been praying recently, again and again, to make me a good and humble man, that I be devoted to this purpose: not a vain repetition, but making myself understand that this is what I truly desire. For all that we do, there are basic things we must not forget; on this long road, the reasons why we make the trip in the first place.