Life today feels more like a science project left untended than any sort of divine plan. I've never understood rituals. Even sitting in church as a kid felt like a throwback to the days when we just crawled out of a cave. I used to pray for a few simple things. A friend for my miserable father, contentment in my first marraige. No answers, other than the realization that we make many misteps in life and it's solely up to us to correct them. I could still be praying, but instead I've been married to my second wife for 35 peaceful years. When frustrated I write. Medium is terrific therapy.