At first, I assumed that this was me losing my faith, stepping away from the stories that had been lovingly told me as a child and entering the world as a harsh atheistic battering ram. Why an atheist? I am a man of extremes, it is one side or the other so I naturally assumed dissociation meant association with the opposite. But slowly I realized, mostly through the awful mood I was in the entire time, that I was indeed not an atheist but had a burning desire to understand God through the various lenses our human cultures provide. Suddenly dissatisfied with the stories of my youth, and because I had seen only one part of the grand tapestry that constructs our understanding of God, I decided to start at the beginning and travel the paths again.