9. Drive

Lux, my energy, my shadow, my inspiration who catches my wants and hopes and sadness. Whether such a thing is real or simply a figment of my imagination, it doesn’t matter. Because the prayers themselves don’t matter. Just the prayer’s creation itself. The bundle. The feeling of connectivity. The feeling of boundless love for the energy that rushes through all of us, and connects all of us. And sometimes, the feeling that bounds back, fills us, and rushes back into the physical world through our clumsy fingertips.