Somehow, the middle ground glares at the fangs of society. The meaning to your life and existence is not nearly as abstract and interpretative as ancient religious doctrines proclaim, but not nearly as simple and decipherable as the anti theist maintains.
Somewhere in between the extremities lies the center of it all, wherein earth meets man and God meets earth. Somewhere deep in the flame of a campfire, deep in the rubble of a mountains rocky ridge. Somewhere deep within the silhouette of a ranges panorama. Somewhere within the rising and setting sun. Somewhere within the glistening stars and the mysteries of black holes. Within the infinite confines of time and space. Somewhere god, or at least a variation of God, exists, without judgement, fear, or the tainted words of men to misconstrue its graceful intent.
But maybe gods existence is not of this earth only, but of its inhabitants. Maybe God can be found in silence and solitude, when nothing speaks but your own conscience. When the influence of this loud world has dissolved. Maybe God can be found in a single blade of grass or a single leaf drifting through the autumn sky. Maybe God can be found in all forms of life, as well as all forms of death and even inanimacy.
And while you sell yourself for money, sex, and acceptance, your soul beckons your attention. And what arrests your soul are the definitions and boundaries of the society you have been led to believe is the core of humanity. But the truth is, God is not only within a scripture, nor a chapel, but within your own consciousness. The very consciousness you so desire to subdue and alter.
The answer lies not solely within ancient philosophy or age old superstition, nor entirely within the words of the evolutionary cultures that monopolize popular belief, but instead within you. And when you are contemplating what it may mean to be created in gods image, it is most obviously portrayed in the human beings capacity for loving and learning, but most of all its ability to create. An inherent ability exhibited on earth (to the highest scale) by humans and humans alone.
And no where can gods tangibility be made apparent more vividly than the places where human influence exists at a minimum. When the loud world dominated by fear and unrest is muffled within the sounds of the trees creaking in the wind and the streams clashing against the river rocks.
