Live the dream, Potato. - Miranda July

He called the feeling between us “weird,” and I had nothing to add. I kissed the backs of his legs and they sang. He reached around and pulled me down onto his back and I lay there, like on the warm sand of a beach. Just that. That is all there is. That is the whole point of everything.

Where do we come from? Do souls really exist? I can't answer these questions, especially not at 6am.

The word God asks a question and then answers it before there is any chance to wonder.