God is nothing if not a mystery. If it can be said that there is something I firmly believe in it is the great mystery of existence itself. Always now, this present moment, in its paradoxical one-ness and many-ness, its self-ness and other-ness, its perfection and imperfection, its utter incomprehensibility by mechanism of thought alone.

The description must remain amorphous because none could ever hope to suffice.

I can only point in its general direction, sketch its approximate outline, and hint at those constructs which have been built by society to obstruct your view of it.

It is something which finds you only when you begin to observe yourself and the world without hesitation, fear, or judgment, without investing in a selfish outcome, and without begrudging the heart, energy, and attention you give to it.

To look or not is a matter of choice, but you live your truth regardless.

And while truth is a pathless land, your sense of self is always the compass by which you navigate the voyage. That compass might seemingly point north most days, but in a highly charged environment, it will shift and change direction. Without knowing your inner light and without regard for the stars from whence it comes, you'll never discover if it is your compass that has broken or your surroundings that have reversed polarity.

You'll be unsure of what way points true north, and you might even begin to think that there is no appreciable difference between the two poles at all, since they always seem to move relative to your own position.

So you give up heading in any direction; you set sail this way or that because the winds are favorable or the currents do not oppose. But you are unsure of your orientation, and what's worse, your inability to chart a proper course weakens the resolve of other confused navigators with whom you share the seas, and so you drift together and apart, aimlessly in the fog.

This is how it is when your sense of self is fastened to your ego, an image you have created of yourself in symbiosis with society to sail smoothly along its tumultuous currents.

But that smooth sailing has absolutely nothing to do with knowing which way the wind is blowing.

Stripped down to its bare essence, being human is about learning the relationships between causes and effects, choices and consequences, and then understanding how to use those relationships either for the benefit of the self or the benefit of others.

Spirituality is a process of recognizing the inseparability of the self from the other in the unity of that total movement which is all existence and life, steadily unfolding and evolving before your inalienable awareness.

You realize that to benefit others is to benefit yourself, and that for us as individuals to preoccupy ourselves with those causes and effects which serve only the ego is a kind of mass hysteria, for neither the ego nor such a cause exists except in our primitive, deluded minds.

We will always be causally challenged by our biological brains which simply cannot grasp the cascading spirals of complexity which proceed from even the [simplest of circumstances](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/N-body_problem). This is not to say that we must abandon logic, reason, and science; only that we must be ever-mindful of the purposes to which we devote those energies.

The universe is infinitely wiser than we are, and has seen fit to create for us a beautiful home. All we need do to steer our vessels true and find ourselves feeling at home within it is begin seeing ourselves everywhere we look.