i thought i was too smart for prayer but lately i realize i probably just got prejudiced because of those evil right wing lutherans my granny showed me and i probably prayed subversively they would become good-natured pagans and stop damning me for eternity. now it seems when everything is out of your control, like when drones are invisibly imminent above, you pray continuously not to an abstract god, but to the empty brimming sky, you pray, spontaneously and naturally as walking, when your dog is at death's door.

and deep down i never thought i was that smart anyways.