“If God dwells inside us like some people say, I sure hope He likes enchiladas, because that's what He's getting" Jack Handy

Suppose all man ever does is search for this two times two is four; he crosses oceans, he sacrificies his life in the search; but to search it out, actually to find it-by God; he's somehow afraid. For he senses that once he finds it, there will be nothing to search for. Notes from Underground. Dostoevsky.