This season and this life take me back to a when that never was.
I leave the rules and policies, the outrages and hypocritical theology for this wilderness. Words and thoughts cannot find expression save for arches made of stone, a wooden bench. The planes of light offer a far more convincing argument for the existence of divinity.
Here is an ontological argument.
For a moment, the questions of sin remain in the realm of the world. I have no business with that Church.
Here, for a moment, I can reacquaint myself with the sacred desert of grace.