God is like a Tiger's movement. Majestic, yet dispassionate. He (or She) cares not for your pain or sorrow or whatever nonsense you carry with you to your prosaic existence. Yet, in her (or his) contemplation, one may derive a certain perverse calm. It is this paradoxical concern that somehow filters down to men (or women) who pray. The more God ignores your turmoil, the harder you pray. For it is through this nonchalance that she (he) demands your ordinary affections.
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