I had always believed that you existed. Always. I felt no need to think about why you don't answer when we call you.
Today, I have a shame. I have a fear. I used to talk about you. I used to call your name; but today I realized that I cannot say the word. I find it immoral to speak of you and pretend that I am a believer. I WANT to find you again. I want someone to bring me the perect reason to believe in you, but then again, this is all humanitie's ungranted wish, isn't it? If you are there, and I am not talking about presence of a complex matrix of cause and effects or Karma, if you DO exist I will FIND you.