I see a man filled with joy. He walks down the highway solemnly, grinning from ear to ear. He wears the wrinkles of age and there is a leatheriness to his skin that bears of untold travels. Our eyes meet as strangers pass and there is a lightness to his sky blue eyes. A vividness, a spark, a glimmer that you find only in moments. He speaks loudly and confidently as with an age-old friend. His mannerisms full of fervor and of joy. His words are met with sincerity, and with laughter. The kind of which comes from deep within, contagious, and irresistible. As I pass him there, walking alone along the highway. His clothes in shambles and only a well-worn shopping cart to his name. I laugh at myself. I realize all at once, that He is among the happiest of men...
If you ask me to show you, God, I will point to the Sun, or a tree, or a worm. But if you say, "You mean, then, that God is the sun, the tree, the worm, and all other things?" I shall have to say that you have missed the point entirely. - Alan Watts