We may ignore, but we can nowhere evade, the presence of God. The world is crowded with Him. He walks everywhere incognito. - C. S. Lewis

My form remains one, though the matter in it changes continually. I am, in that respect, like a curve in a waterfall.

When I lay these questions before God I get no answer. But a rather special sort of 'No answer.' It is not the locked door. It is more like a silent, certainly not uncompassionate, gaze. As though He shook His head not in refusal but waiving the question. Like, 'Peace, child; you don't understand.'

I think that if God forgives us we must forgive ourselves. Otherwise it is almost like setting up ourselves as a higher tribunal than Him.