Believing in God is romantic.
The reason God leaves no trace is he is spectacularly self-loathing, and we were at the height of believing in a single God when we also decided beautiful things were romantic. So how do I honor the unknown now when I know everything. Because after all, it is the not knowing that makes believing in God so romantic.
Don’t we all think that if we could just prove our fathers wrong, we’d be satisfied? If fathers just stuck around to watch us prove ourselves, everything would be fine. I don’t want to prove God wrong. I hope I never meet him.