Not sure about this human trip.  Am I truly connected to an all-encompassing loving spirit?  Are we merely pawns in an inter-galactic board game?  Is my consciousness better than the plant–or will they finally take over the earth after us bi-peds scrape the earth’s crust of food?

Dunno.  Obviously it doesn’t really matter what i believe except to me.  if I feel nihilistic, I’m wanting to break things and quit my job.  If I feel I have a purpose, I look around like I’m on a treasure hunt.  But mostly I find ways to keep trudging–as killing myself just seems to much trouble.  I’ll die eventually anyway and hopefully–learn more about the basic business going on here.

So in the meantime, as I don silly clothes, groom myself for the culture game ahead, I choose to dive into the Divine.  It simply does me good to be close to a warm dear sense of wonder and deep caring.  I lean into Loveliness, nestle into the neck of Her safety and comfort.  Believing that I am cherished, no matter where on earth my faltering feet trepidatiously step.