I'm not getting it all sorted, she worried. I'm not getting it right. You are brilliant, the Voice reassured her. It is imperfect. So are all things trapped in time. You are brilliant, nonetheless. How fortunate for Us that We thirst for glorious souls rather than faultless ones, or We should be parched indeed, and most lonely in Our perfect righteousness. Carry on imperfectly, shining Ista.

As the week wore on, Ivan contemplated the merits of inertia as a problem-solving technique with growing favor

On the sixth day God saw He couldn't do it all, so He created ENGINEERS

Cecil flashed a grin. "Quite. Plus your rather irritating habit of treating your superior officers as your, ah..." Cecil paused, apparently groping again for just the right word. "Equals?" Miles hazarded. "Cattle," Cecil corrected judiciously.

It was never what I wanted to buy that held my heart's hope. It was what I wanted to be.

If you can't do what you want, do what you can.

Aim high. You may still miss the target, but at least you won't shoot your foot off.