Lest any of ye think that I have forgotten about God, I have not forgotten about God.  I am still looking, but the nature of my search has shifted and become less frantic. 

I often stumble upon the thought that spirituality is largely based on a fear of the unknown, and of a need for comfort in a largely comfortless world. 

Then I stumble upon the thought that the world works too perfectly for there not to be a God, that it is impossible not to see God in everything around us.

Then I stumble upon a rock, and I curse the God that put it in my way.