THE SKY IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE EMPTY - ANONYMOUS
The absence of God is not natural.
The absence of God is the presence of some otherworldly expectation, the presence of an aching burning desire for more.
What if there isn’t any more?
Our ancestors walked under a mottled sky of greens and purples, guided by thousands of twinkling pinpricks, holy in their permanence. The mistake was to believe that they led to anything more, to forget that the earth is, after all, a sphere, like a dog chasing its tail. The mistake was to go out searching with torches, to try and touch a heavenly realm with our glass and concrete monstrosities, to turn our streelights so bright, so many, that the resplendent kaleidoscope of our natural sky has been replaced with something so much more comfortably artificial. The mistake is to crawl on your hands and knees, to claw at a marble statue until your fingertips are bloody and raw, to believe the marble is more holy when buffed and polished and shaved down. There is nothing more divine than the magic of creation our planet possesses. This is it - this is the gift, this is the wonder.
Walk along the sandy beach. Feel the fingers of the vast ocean gently licking your feet, see the beauty of the sunset reflected in the geometric seashells that line the shore, bright, flowing streaks of orange and pink, the promise it’ll happen all over again tomorrow. Feel the petals of the wildflowers that grow through the cracks of the concrete sea, their miraculous softness in a place of man-made suffering.
I go out at night and sit under the stars, the ones I can see at least, and I know God is underneath the tangible manufactured beams of light that take up my vision. To exist and to experience is the purest form of worship. The sky is not supposed to be empty.