Seems to me that the validity of miracles is really just an exercise in semantics. It's all a miracle to me. Boy, I woulda' traded that island for those beads in a wink of the eye. Still would!
Now, I've never tried to tell you that I'm smart. What if I convinced you and later you found me out? I would like to tell you that it's more important to be happy, but I'm not always happy, either.
With me, what you see is pretty much what you get. Problem is what you see tomorrow might be something else. Oh, I try to tell the truth, but, honestly, that keeps changing on me, too.
While you're beating the swords into plowshares, melt those danged guns down, too.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.