God may be a human creation, but He goes His way, not ours.
Clouds of flavors and savors float around the thing-in-itself.
Life is used up all the same, whether we save, spend, or waste it.
The banker rubs his nose, thinking of his cat stalking something on the lawn.
Often, when I want to consult my impulses, I cannot find them.
Theory can leave questions unanswered, but practice has to come up with something.