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The religion that one discovered on one’s own was a story of the earth, the cosmos, creation itself and whatever “Good” one wanted could be found not down the long road of eternity, but right in one’s home town, one’s home, one’s country. This world. After all, since this world is a planet spinning about in the sky, we are all of us in heaven already! The God discovered on one’s own speaks nothing of turning the other cheek. Of rendering unto Caesar. But only of the beauty and greatness of the earth, the universe, the cosmos. Of creation. Spirit in everything. Of the possibilities for joy!

Alice Walker, The Temple of My Familiar