End of last post: If I believed in God.
Rephrase: Where is God?
Mary Oliver, poet, wrote: "Tell me, what will you do with your wide and precious life?"
Is there God? More specifically, where do you find God, or its lowercase version? In this, the writing, there is some God-bound reality. Do I believe in God? Not in a physical diety, soluble or insoluble being. So where is it/he/she/them? In the writing?
It is the search. The conscious wandering. I write to know. Write to understand. To dream, to please. And to connect with something other than myself.