I wanted God, or something like Him. I wanted God as much as I wanted doughnuts, the sugary, airiness of them in my mouth and belly. I surveyed my religious friends. I watched an Episcopal woman break down in tears because a couple of her family members couldn’t find their way to the relief she found in her faith. A Catholic friend talked about how the bread and the wine become the body and blood of Christ. He said, They don’t stand for God. They are God. So you put God into your body. And he paused for a moment. Now what are you going to do? I wanted to eat that.