That day I was walking along the beach at Zandvoort;
                   It was fairly cloudy, but I could still see
                             several seagulls in the sky.
         
         As I walked I thought about myself and asked a funny
            question of God. I asked, Well just where do I stand
                 in the great scheme of things, how do I rate?

         Just then the sky opened up and a beam of sun shone
              squarely on a seagull above me and towards the
                  sea, about 120 feet away. The gull was white
                      but as the sun’s ray fell forcefully on his
                          chest a massive, golden array of
                             rippled muscles appeared. 

         
As his wings gracefully moved, the golden array
              continued to shine brightly in the newly
                  forming blue sky; and with great
                     freedom and command of his
                            
world, he flew off.

           

         And I thought to myself; so that’s it, I’m no better
                             than a lowly gull.