My son!
My son! Enter the presence of the creator with the deepest reference, and when thou pressed, no, before whom thou status.
— from The Air Traffic Controller (God)
In the book
So, my children: fear the God of your fathers and serve Him. Never dress for the day without a blessing on your lips, and enter the presence of your Creator with the deepest reverence, knowing before Whom you stand. Go and comfort the mourners, and speak to their hearts. — The Air Traffic Controller (God)