So I’m a fool I don’t believe in god. I don’t believe in your god that is, I won’t even capitalize it. I mean, I do believe in a god, my god – but it doesn’t matter. Not even to my god. It shouldn’t, if it’s really God. So now it only matters if it matters to you, if you believe that logic, your god isn’t the kind that expects worship. You do it for yourself. I believe you do it for yourself because you want to, because it feels good and isn’t something you do because you’re supposed to. Things you do because you’re supposed to make me sick.
But I see God when I realize my life is bathed in beauty, and I can only hold a little, there’s so much. God’s non-conditional, though. You’re going to need it when life gets ugly, too. It’s then you should realize, God doesn’t require worship because it’s not about God, it’s about you. Your god’s the god you make, the same one who made you.
My daughter pops her head up like a prairie weasel from her book, to say ‘hi’ to the iPhone video. That’s God, amen.