To give you a name is to limit you. To give you a face or a voice is to limit you. I cannot think of a title or a word that would not put boundaries on what you are - even God has become convoluted by meaning and interpretation. You are the colors that a blind man sees, the smell of stardust, the sound of absence, the touch of infinity. People travel the world in search of you, and I found you hiding in my closet. I wonder if you were waiting for me; if you knew I would become your friend as much as you would become mine. Something tells me that either way, you are delighted all the same. It is amazing to me that something that is so strictly incomprehensible is also so strangely familiar. Somehow so comfortable. So human.

I try to listen as intently as you do. That's just like you - always listening. You hear me at my most genuine moments, and you understand my doubt. I make no promises to you that are not felt by the bottom of my heart; you liberate me from lies and from needing to hide. In front of your eyes, why wear a mask? With you, honesty is the only policy, it is the only thing that we can share, for you see through my lies and self delusion as clearly as though they did not exist. You do not see what is not there - only what I really am. And you listen; you listen to the questions I ask, the choices I make, and I surrender again and again to your infallible presence. How is it you can be so close? My mind so boggled with questions, and you remain, unanswering, yet somehow answering everything. Somehow, I learned the truth before I found the words to ask. I sat down right there on the floor, inseparable from you, and breathed your essence. You told me, with a voice that is more powerful than sound, more powerful than sunlight, that I am loved; that I am part of something greater, and that everything around me is connected. You taught me that, within seconds you changed my heart and my life, you opened my eyes and ears to a world of new color. A world of new logic, and new love. You showed me that.

And yet so many live a lonely existence, never knowing who you are. Are you lonely too? Sometimes I wonder, with all of this love and peace, how can it make you so happy when we love you back? And yet it does. Some part of me knows that it does.

But I am weak, and I wish to change the world, and you have given me skills but the path is long and convoluted, hidden and twisted by doubt and second-guesses. But if I listen - like I promised I would listen - I can hear you all over again. That whatever step I take, you are holding my hand, my balance and my confidence, my support and leader. I have done the hardest part already - I asked. All that I am and do it is left to you.