When we treat God as spectator and determine that traditions precede relationships, we run the risk of assuming falsely that there is a finishing line waiting for us when the race has not even begun.
When we eat ourselves up and bear our hearts down in presupposed failures and innumerable flawed facets, we ought to remember that God helps those who cannot help themselves.
When we narrow our minds and puff up our pride, religion becomes but a figment of human neediness yet if it were truly so, God could only ever be less noble than the most depraved of human beings.
Why do we always need to see that the gods are in line with our plumb when we carelessly live off tangent in relation to God's?
Better condemned as Frankenstein's creature than exalted as the prometheus creator.