I was about to start this post off with an apology because it mentions my weird vague not agnosticism not atheism not catholicism-ness but then I wondered why I felt the need to apologise. It was really very odd. ANYWAY.
I often think about the plaque on Bartlet’s desk that I think was actually on Kennedy’s desk: “o Lord, your sea is so great and my boat is so small”. It’s how I feel on a day to day, second to second basis. I don’t know how theistic it is at its core and I don’t really care, that’s not really important to me, but the sense of awe, of humility and of sheer volume, sheer distance… something I come across every day and part of human experience and definitely definitely terrifying, but a feeling I am grateful to have nonetheless.