The miraculous is not extraordinary but the common mode of existence. It
is our daily bread. Whoever really has considered the lilies of the field
or the birds of the air and pondered the improbability of their existence
in this warm world within the cold and empty stellar distances will
hardly balk at the turning of water into wine - which was, after all, a
very small miracle. We forget the greater and still continuing miracle by
which water (with soil and sunlight) is turned into grapes.
- Wendell Berry, with thanks to Kate Edwards