I call you God, but who are you really? You are not what most people would call God. You are not the infinite being in the clouds with control of our lives. You are not a being at all. You are not a force or set of cosmic laws either. And yet all these are part of it.
So who are you anyway? You are the entire universe, all things. You are all beings, human and non, here and throughout the cosmos. You are all the forces ever imagined and beyond. You control life and yet you are life itself. You are everything, from the smallest molecule to the largest star. You are me and I am you.
But what kind of sense does this make? None. Maybe that’s the point. Life isn’t supposed to make sense, it just is; and yet when you believe that, it all make perfect sense. When life and God lose all control, the balance and perfection of it all is made clear: life, death; love, hate; good, evil. None of it makes sense and yet it does, all of it becomes necessary, all of it becomes one.
That’s who you are to me, my God. You are one. You are life. You are love. You are all the things that dance through the universe. It doesn’t even make sense to call you God, since there really is no you, I, or they. We are all one; we are all you. Most people would call this crazy nonsense or maybe even blasphemy, but I know what I’ve felt, what I’ve experienced, and I can’t deny it. But hey, it’s only my opinion, right?
March 16, 1994