We all have a God-shaped hole in our heart.
We try and fill it with all kinds of things it was never designed for — money, fame, booze whatever.
It never gets filled...
And we sit around wondering why we’re unhappy.
Its really quite asinine when you think about it.
Why would we think the place in our soul designed for an infinite omniscient omnipresent omnipotent God could be filled with such trivial and meaningless things?
But yet we persist, cluelessly hoping for different results every time.