God is Nowhere

“God is the name of the blanket we throw over mystery to give it shape.”

Said by Barry Taylor.

I liked his quotation. I though I'd experiment. So I threw a blanket over an armchair. Then over a vase on a table. Then I put the blanket on my head. I threw the blanket over a cat. The cat ran from under it, as you'd expect. I'm close to getting nowhere. I'd created ghost shapes. The blanket hides and masks the shapes beneath it. Lumps and bumps to stop the dust from building up and then settling down. The same dust that was floating around when the universe began. We're all just tiny space specs. Without a distinct shape. Viewed from a distance. Perhaps.