e with golden light, as the full moon illuminates the darkness, and as people help each other in times of need. God can be smelled in all odors and aromas. God embodies the taste of all things. God makes a good steak melt in your mouth and creates the bitterness of blood and sweat.
             Everyday as I walk and breath amidst the gray buildings and dirt fill air, my patience and tolerance is worn ever so slightly as I take a beating from the harsh prison like classes and the air laden heavy with darkness and carbon monoxide. I begin to question whether God exists in these horrible objects and gray environments. Often I feel the clean flow of God. I sense no soul in this sordid environment. Then every so often when I am able to lose all of these negative thoughts and merely bask in a single ray of sun or a gentle breeze from the sky I can feel that God flows around me even in this congested city. When I reach this point of concentration I once again feel the throbbing pulse for the force of God in the concrete just as I had felt in the soil of the woods.
             I run through the woods. I feel the moist ground squish under my heavy feet. Rain pelts my body and I watch the greenery around me turn into a mess of blurring patterns of brown and green. Patches of blue and yellow peek through the clouds. The birds and red squirrel flee from me as I come crashing through crowd of pine trees. I feel the branches leave tiny scratches which open my skin to more sensitive sensations. Mud splashes in chilling droplets against my ankles and I can feel the grit of dry dirt rub between my calves. The world around me in full motion as I rush through this grove of life. Throughout the entire time I hold a smile of happiness like a grinning jester.
             I sit on a plush purple arm chair in a Starbucks Coffee Shop. Newspapers and magazines a strewn over a glass table laden with streaks and stains of spills and fingerprints. A small group of old frie...