It was akin to comfort, something much like it –
the knowledge that the questions you had asked,
no less than others you had never thought to ask,
might one day find answers (though perhaps not in your
lifetime) in something we once had called God
or in something that we might later call Being
(whether they were or weren’t the same didn’t matter).
It was the figure of the Answerer,
conceived amid audible stirrings of the heart
that were simple yet grand in their simplicity
like morning romances in Vienna.
It was an answering and aggrandizing force
which took in everything you could do, know, feel, be –
there being not a thing in existence for
any living being that was not for it as well.
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