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."
Hunger brings me to you thirsting for what is hidden.
“We desire according to the desire of the other.” - Rene Girard Anti-septic joy-killers look for those who have honest relationships with their own hearts, while willfully seeking to back persons who wallow in well-financed ignorance and thoughtful thoughtlessness. Mourners remember, others ignore, the name of the last one lowered into the ground. Call on the people of the margins, those who suffer suffering, until the wizard behind the green curtain is revealed. Only then may we return to the place where we can desire for ourselves.