Everywhere

Some point out the search for God has been ongoing since the earliest time. God goes unfound, the non-believers will remind, a thousand millenniums, since humankind could think and talk. No scientific evidence of God to date. Nowhere is there a tangible trace of divinity, spirit, or any life after this life. But, if you are Baruch Spinoza, or Immanuel Kant, or if you are a Deist, you'll see all of existence thru the exact opposite lens-- you cannot find even one microscopic speck of the universe that is absent God's power! Not one dot of existence excludes God's glorified presence, not a single atom spins beyond God's frequency. 

Either God is nowhere, or Everywhere 

at once, inseparable and inviolable, the first light that had no start, has no end, beaming across the cosmos for all, a sacred realm of immortality, God's best idea. So then, is it God's eternal mind, or, our tiny, fleeting mind, where to place faith, if anywhere? There's no denying, looking about, the world in constant chaos and suffering, no one with a working clue to steady the intrinsic raging of our humankind, no wise enough pundits truly worthy, or able. I've got core doubts about needing any faith at all, and hard doubts about  believing anything permanently. Nothing- in the entire universe- seems to stay the "same". There is reason to suspect that God in concept is our utterly lonely attempt to create an eternity. Yet, there's no formula for either time or timelessness. No proof it's all any more than an illusion. No Scripture from any religous text is persuasive or free from interpretation. Some argue that the search for God is always a vain endeavor, a thinly veiled ruse to reveal our own identity or purpose. You only know who you are from your relatives, non-believers assert, there is no mad compass for DNA that points to the true north origin of any God. There is no magic slide rule for believing, nothing like an equation for Creation, it would wreck the temperate mind of reason, as if two parallel beams track down to no final crossing, no meeting ever, as if believing becomes your own decision beyond any facts or their absence, as if you only have to feel the uniquely life-affirming pulse of the grandest intelligence of all, a power so vastly superior to your own, as if this surge of inexplicable energy and joy were precisely enough to silence every querulous doubt and question forever.