I suppose I invoke God too often on this blog for someone who claims to not know if God exists or not. 'I do not know' seems like the most honest position because one cannot 'know'. But the fact that I keep invoking His name must reveal something. That I wish He exists. I am not indifferent to His existence at all. Quite the contrary, really. In fact, all questions for me fundamentally lead to the question of, is there a design, whose design is all this?

I think I draw a whole lot of comfort from even the possibility of God's existence. All's right with the world or will be if He exists... and... while this might seem like a surprising tangent, it was what I was actually getting to... there are some presences in our lives that are a bit like that. They give the kind of comfort that the idea of the existence of God gives. Even if God is not talking to us directly or showing up all the time, the very notion that he’s up there watching out for you, is comforting. These presences too make you feel that all's right with the world or will be with them around. They envelop us with their warmth and care and goodwill and… sheer presence. Perhaps parents are a good example of this. Which is why they leave a deep hole nothing can fill when they are gone. And sometimes we are lucky to have similar other presences come into our lives. Maybe they are literally God’s gift! They make you feel that all is right or will be... as long as they are around.