I have been wondering how to speak to a God like mine—this idea that I have drawn from thin air, from my own unstable perceptions. I have reached the point in my life when I need the sense of contact with a consciousness wiser than my own, less frustrated and afraid. I want to be able to talk and to feel certain that someone is listening. But the belief itself wavers. Sometimes I believe that I believe. Sometimes even that is too much for me to assimilate. I feel foolish about the whole thing. I don’t know how to do this.
