what faith is, when lying as still as possible

I was trying to get my oldest child to sleep (why do PBS kids shows consistently address monsters as a topic, when the coverage ironically plants a fear that might not have existed?), and gazed out into the night sky to see a plane's blinking lights cruising across the border of the window. I found myself thinking of the people who were definitely inside that aircraft--one at least, the pilot-- and it seemed so so bizarre to believe that a flesh-and-blood person was the one determining the movement of this little blip of light that I could track with my humble retina. I know this is another one of those stoner-ish epiphanies (no, if you're wondering), but bear with me. I believe many things along these same premises... based on previous experience and what I deem to be trustworthy hearsay. And, rather than being discouraged, I was buoyed up in the realization that some things that might seem far-fetched in the light of psychological distance (that anyone, God or man, could hear your thoughts, for example) are quite easily possible. Things that seem, at moments, to be inconceivable, are as common as the regular woman flying the plane, who, after steering that very inhuman-feeling light, will later brush her teeth and spit minty saliva down the drain and fall asleep thinking about her tax return. I told God in college that I would believe in him if he showed me a ghost (weird, true), and shortly thereafter, at a Halloween party (of all days!) I saw a flash of light throw CDs off of a speaker and turn off a stereo. Many other things threw me over to the theist perspective, but that was one of the kickers. About as lame as a blinking plane light, but timed perfectly, as if someone knew me in all my foolishness and still had the tenderness to play my game.