I used to carry God around in a box,
but God outgrew the box,
so I carried God around in a book,
but God outgrew the book,
so I carried God around in a word,
but God outgrew the word,
so I gave up carrying God around at all.
I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.