I said, "It is our cravings that best
postulate the divine."
She said, "My, my, look who awoke
as a theologian this morning."
I said, "And underneath desire for
fulfillment are the wants and needs that
I accumulated from my dreams."
She yawned, "I prefer the simple
upward look to the skies at night
to feel what I am missing and
what I yearn for."
I asked, "Are you suggesting that the
very idea of God is not a miracle of
our own thought?"
She answered, "Yes and no and I am
thinking of how wonderful it will be
to fill this space with the smell
of cinnamon rolls."
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