Mystery

Who is it that we believe in? I can't speak for my congregation. I can't. Not a single one of them. I can only speak for myself and say: I don't believe in anything. Not a single thing. No, nu uh. No, Absolutely not. What I know is beauty. The voice of she who writes everything.
Knowing yourself is a hell of a lot better than believing in empty promises, lies, thievery, obfuscation, infidelity, which by the way should be punished.