I could read all the books in the world about You, and still not know You. I could dig holes in all the places where You were first called, and never find You. I could seek You in all the countries Your myths came from, and never see You. I could seek out the best storytellers in the world to regale me with Your tales, and never hear You. I could touch all Your images and holy places and never feel You. I could do all these things and more, but to no avail, if my heart, mind and spirit have no place for You.