What do I mean by God?
I don’t know!
Truly. But what’s even better — I can’t know. Not in toto, in full.
I can’t even know myself in full. Can I really grok what the experience/function of my kidney is? Or one cell, much less a trillion —
This is all so very OK. Knowing that I won’t know — not comprehensively — gives me the freedom to not be pinned down by only one God version, or even one reality version.
Sometimes God to me is the Inexplicable — that something I suspect yet can’t define.
Sometimes God is Magnificence, all that shines, pulsates, blinks in and out . . .
Sometimes God is Not God, simply the hollow at the core.
Or God is that buzzing umbilical connection to All Possibility.
The Elusive Mystery . . . is sufficiently exciting . . . to be experienced . . . incompletely.
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