It's not a man nor a woman, there's no one in the sky counting our sins, forgiving our misdeeds, no one denouncing or immortalizing.
There's no right or wrong. It all lacks a motive. State of affairs: A sheer force of will is our navigator, we run our own risks. No parachutes, no shelter.
We're behind the wheel, we decide ourselves which way to pull, what our faith contains and how to relate to our crossroads.
No God may be aching, but grief alone may gather. One life may be a painful truth, but life alone may relieve.
