By then I wasnt just asking questions I was being changed by them. I was being changed by my prayers which dwindled down nearer and nearer to silence which werent confrontations with God but with the difficulty--in my own mind or in the human lot--of knowing what or how to pray. Lying awake at night I could feel myself being changed--into what I had no idea.
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.