Reaching out is all there is at present. God is not there. I seem to exist on three planes – the material world of my bodily existence, the chaotic world of my convoluted mind and the dark emptiness of the existential now. Although I believe that in the depths of my being I am in God, I do not know that, nor do I experience it. God does not exist in the three dimensions of my experience, only the thought of him.
And yet in some strange way God is present. He is an unseen, unfelt presence – if that makes any sense. How can one know of a presence that is unseen and unfelt? Well, I don’t know it. There is nothing I can point to and say – this is why I know. This is not empirical knowledge. It is some other kind of knowledge which is not knowledge. Neither is it wishful thinking.