Ravi Varna paintings, Chendela bronzes, Jaisalmer lattices. They drop their wallets on the ground and we kneel at their feet. Our Nandi bull ends up in some gazebo in Texas. You can't pray to an electric current. No point asking a wave-form for the key to Paradise.
Human beings are tougher nuts, can doubt anything, even the evidence of their own eyes.
Too many demons inside people claiming to believe in God. When you lose the past , you're naked in front of contemptuous Azraeel, the death angel. Hold on to what you can, he told himself. Cling to yesterdays. Leave your nail-marks in the gray slope as you slide.