So is the shame of putting God into words, there are no words and there is no sense.
God is a warmth, is a heat.
At least everything we are not is infinite, right?
So long as there infinite things that “are”.
To find the smaller infinities – looking inward – feels like God,
to see more parts though on a warbled edge of the indefinite thing
So this feeling
is an “at once”.
In the way that it is an event but remains there when we do not feel it,
stable and expectant, of no size or time, waits for us to feel it again,
so it is a constant,
is a warmth
is a heat.
Is not nothing, but it is no thing.