Im'ma radio. You're a radio. I think we are all radios, just mechanized bits of meat and desire who are equipped to send out frequencies. Are you there, God? It's me, Margaret. Ground Control to Major Tom- can you hear me?
When people pray to an unseen/unheard god they are on a ham radio, searching, scanning, looking for someone on the same frequency. Someone to hear our broadcast. People praying are broadcasting hope. Someone listen.
When I sleep in the same house as my mother we sometimes have similar dreams. We're on the same wavelength.
Over and out.
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