Every time I'm just flying along and suddenly realize the same kind of
thing, I have to fight off an almost uncontrollable urge to want to
roll the aircraft... but alas, the humble spamcans I get to fly are
not aerobatics-capable so I must settle for just feeling lucky that
I'm flying at all.

It's definitely amazing to realize how magical it is to be flinging a
ton of stuff eight thousand feet in the air over a hundred miles per
hour, with the controls at your own fingertips.

I had the same epiphany flying IFR over Long Island Sound on a business trip.
Looked down, saw the sound though breaks in the clouds, and realised again how
lucky I was.

John Gillespie Magee Jr said it best, though, in High Flight. We're the
blessed, we've 'touched the face of God'.