I suppose it is ostentatious to say so, but going through the list of all the things I am thankful for today a pattern emerges. It seems that I am grateful for things that have congregated around me as in a river current.
I cannot credit my own strength or genius for this. Instead I count the strength and genius of others within my reach as pure, glorious miracles. I never deserved any of them any more than the flotsam deserves jetsam.
Thus to my mind does God as metaphor become God as reality.