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Someone once asked me, “How can you be so sure that there is a God?” No, I take that back. People have been asking me that all my life. They’ve asked me that same question in many different combinations of words, sometimes without words at all. English, Spanish, even in sign language, people asked me, “How do you know God exists?”

I’m an introvert at heart. I love people just fine, but it’s important to me that I have time to love myself and to get to know myself. As you can imagine, this involves a lot of monologue, entertaining thoughts and figuring out how this world works. In those moments when I am alone (often alone, but rarely lonely), I study people. I watch them from a distance, observing how we differ and yet witnessing how we are all exactly the same.

What I see is that in the mind, the heart, the soul of every human being; there is a line that we know we mustn’t cross, for if we do then we can never come back. A moral compass that reflects neither cultural nor ideological teachings. We simply know. It is so embedded in our minds from an early age that it cannot be separated from who we are. It is the very fabric that holds us together.

And that, that can only be God.

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