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we are the stories we tell
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July 22, 2015

My god does not commune through books, but through reverie.
My god needs not translation but speaks the universal language of nature.
My god is the firmament that paints the heavens and is the dust that we tread
My god is the mortar and sinew of every mosque, synagogue and temple.
My god does not speak through people, but becomes them.
My god is all and he is nothing.
My god is ineffable.
My god is me.
My god is you.

My god is.

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