God twirls me smoothly into the beat of the next song. I hug him. I could get into this place. I'm not letting this guy go until I know some more. I give you beauty and laughter and love.
Prayers are for a sense of community and hope.
I do answer all my e-mail though, just like Mr. Gates. I suddenly find that I am as joyful as a child and out of burning questions. I can almost remember what hope feels like. I can't explain everything. Hell, sometimes even I pray.