My search for God began a few years ago. I spent most of my life believing without substance. I grew up with an idea of God that was bound by rituals and ceremonies. Even in the face of repeated adversity I never turned to faith to heal me. It wasn’t until my Dad was suddenly diagnosed with Stage IV cancer that I began to dismantle my beliefs probably because I needed them to withstand what I was set to face. In order to keep afloat, I needed to cling to faith and hope. Yet, I looked around and there was no physical evidence. Not practically in my own life and certainly not in any academic sense. I grew up surrounded by people who expected me to just believe, blind faith. I always envied that gift. As a bookish type and a physician in training, I need facts and proof to show me. I need to understand. And so my spiritual trek began. I wanted to start this blog to share my tenuous path to finding God. His form is still not clear to me, in my examination I think the idea of God in all formal religions is a derivative of one universal concept. I can only provide my insights, my perspectives, my stories, my examination, my conclusions and send it into the world. Perhaps there will be someone, a kindred spirit, who can find hope in my words.