We are connected. I recently walked through New York City and felt the collective beating, pulsing base of millions of heartbeats. Living, breathing in air recycled through lungs and leaves. All living things dependent on each other. In the grit my darkest parts felt warmth. God’s white, hot light is so much bigger than I can and will conceive in my lifetime. And in this hugeness of God—expanse beyond expanse—there is hope that we all fit, that there is room for all of us. But also, that we can feel the collective beating hearts inside. When I listen. When I pay attention. God is not something out there. She is my child next to me. He is the man on the corner. God walks with me on dirty streets.