I used to think when Jesus said that anyone with the faith of a mustard seed could move a mountain, it was a testament to the deadened magic of the world, a kind of mockery of our inability to create miracles for ourselves. But we created machines from sand and metal that speak alien languages. We built bombs that disrupt matter by shifting them at the subatomic level. We can fly. We can live under the sea. We can send songs to each other through invisible waves on the air, fall in love with someone we never met, travel across the world with only our fingers while our eyes are closed. We can tell a story so amazing that it shifts the very foundation of reality. We've been moving mountains this entire time. It's only because we've become so accustomed to the mundanity of our miraculous powers that we've forgotten it is miraculous.