A drunken musing on faith

Yo there be raaaain outside my window. I once blogged under the influence of ambien. tonight I am doing it under the influence of sonataaaaaaaa. bobobobobobwwwwwwwwwwwwwoo. Did you know that this is true? Life is incredibly profound, because life is narrative. People worship god because they need things to mean something. The fact of the matter is, things mean something whether we like it or not, though we cannot always gleanm, and there is certainly something under the fabric of existence that gives it this poignancy, but I don't know about this whole god thing. There are patterns. There is the rise and fall and the rise and fall and the rise. The great swell. In short, there is story. It is the only thing I can have unalienable faith in. I believe that I exist. I believe that the people around me exists. I even believe my imagination exists, but imaginarily so. God? What is god? I do not know what people are asking me when the ask me if I believe in god. If there is a god of my world, he would be the great storyteller, who's words for things are the things themselves, so perfect are his words. But I do not know that there is such a conciousness. I know only that there are stories and that I am in one.