Some believe God does not live in massive structures called temples, churches or mosques that we have erected for him but in the universe all about us. We find him in the tiny joys that make up the humdrum of our existence. We find him in the first rays of the sun, in the last embers of the sunset.
We also see him in the footfall of hundreds of devotees at places of worship, who give their energy and fervour to the murtis that return them in good measure to succeeding batches of pilgrims.
The idea is to find God in his countless manifestations. He is to be found in the extended hand to those who have less, in the succour and support to the lonely and the miserable. Each one of these is a moment of epiphany, no less than those experienced by the monks and sages in the austerity of the monastery or the wilderness of the forest. When we look for meaning and purpose, beauty and peace in an empty life, it is to seek divinity and experience it.
