lettuce prey

The confusing thing is this idea
of
God. OK, so there is
a
God; someone – something – had
to put
all this together. It is not possible
that two boulders crashed into
one
another and -- poof! –
all this intricacy happened. At least
that’s what
he
believes. But what beyond
that? What does
God expect of him? Of them?
Of anyone? And what about
the End Result, though he’s
not so sure he believes in anything
other than
re-mineralizing
some plot of grass, somewhere. So – but – if
we pray to Him, to whom
are we praying? It seems
a legitimate question.
To him?
To an idea?
Or is it just a moment
of concentration, a moment
of pause, an engineered time
to breathe deeply and re-think,
again, and come away somehow
re-buoyed?
Buoyed, again?