"What even is God, indeed!" hahaha! Yes, such an excellent question! And where? And who is God? When does God wake up? Does God sleep in til noon? Does God stay up past Their bedtime, reading stories to Their children? Does God live in a house? or do They rent an apartment? So many questions about God, to which we’ll never have an answer! So how can I say that I know God? It is evident that I know nothing. Yet I see God. I cannot guarantee that it isn’t an illusion, some trick played by my mind on itself to imagine a face in a scattering of clouds, and I don’t claim to have any keener insight into the formation of clouds and their arrangement of shapes than the most mediocre amateur meteorologist you can find. It’s just that, practically speaking, it doesn’t seem to matter either way, where God has come from, and as for what God is, well, the only adequate distinction for the One and Ultimate "I AM" must be, God is Everything. And also, God is Everyone, and Everywhere, and for All Time. God is not only Infinite, as a quantity that is boundless, amidst other quantities of irrelevant boundary, God is Infinity, its Self. …​I have to admit, that was fun to write, but it doesn’t say much of anything. In fact, I can tell you it says, "A whole lot of nothing at all!" It’s singing praises for vacuity! What is the Thing that is Everything? Yeah, it’s obviously…​ Everything. No surprise there. As I said, we’ll never have an answer. God’s questions — our questions about God — what It, or She, or He, or They, or Whomever, whatever pronoun you choose to use, in your language of choice that supports pronouns as a grammatical shorthand for a contextual referent, to refer to that One, without a Second, the Monad, what That is, is unanswerable. Well, let me be precise: you can seek and obtain answers for any of these questions — and I will argue, you must. It is your solemn and irrefutable duty as a steward of a mind and a finite lifespan — its just that all of the answers you may find will be inadequate. There can be no definite answer to satisfy one’s quest for the Infinite. That’s not to say that the answers you find will be meaningless, however. I think that this distinction is crucial, and all too easily overlooked in our speedy, risky, rough, world, where second place is all but eliminated from the podium. The partial answers one finds along the way to infinity, a destination one can never reach, a journey forever incomplete, are unfailingly profoundly meaningful and vital, worth every breath, every bead of sweat. They literally give our lives meaning, and many answers have given meaning to peoples lives who are so separated in time and space from the original answerers — they who asked the hard questions in the first place — that they could never have dreamed that their work would have provided wisdom or how. What even is God, indeed? It is a good question. How are we asking these questions today? How are we living the questions? When was the last time you sought to answer a question for which the answers provided for you by your family, teachers, institutions or friends were insufficient?