It was the same when I tried to pray. I prayed fervently, rabidly, to God, any god, to a god I could not identify or find. I cursed my mother, who’d not given me any religious education. Resentful of her own repressive Catholic upbringing, she’d avoided church altogether in her adult life, and now she was dying and didn’t even have God. I prayed to the whole wide universe and hoped that God would be in it, listening to me.
-Cheryl Strayed Wild