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Did you ever notice in your spiritual travels, that the yearning for god, by whatever name, can be compelling enough to weep, compelling enough to get depressed, compelling enough to laugh, compelling enough to take up and practice and keep practicing. For some reason, I am thinking back on my own yearning and that's the way it was for me.
And yet, in the midst of that heart-felt yearning, there is or was a sense, A. that I wasn't exactly sure what "god" was and yet B. was willing to dress the longing with rights and wrongs, goods and bads? So ... I didn't know exactly what it was, but I was willing to dress it up. I was willing to say what it was and simultaneously claim not to know what it was.
Odd stuff, whose central suspicion seems to be that, "yes, Virginia, there is a better mouse trap ... a better way to lead this life."
But if god, by whatever name, is pervasive and never missing, how could anything be "better?"
Not criticizing here ... just remembering a little.