Where am I?” you ask. Where you are is where the things you’ve denied worshipping have taken you.

If I worship the fact that I don’t worship anything, amongst other things what I’m worshipping is denial.

The ‘gods’ that do us the greatest harm are the gods we deny having.

Being lost without grasping the rather obvious fact that we are lost is by far the best guarantee we have that we’re going to stay lost.

If I’m chasing the wrong thing, what I’m chasing will end up chasing me. And in the end, I’m less likely to be the one doing the catching.

Possibly the most debilitating deception of all is to create a god of my own making, fool myself into believing that this limp god of mine is the true God, and then construct the entirety of my life on this flamboyantly fictional character. Possibly the most devastating realization of all is when the real God shows up, and in the showing up all of this come crashing down.