I recently took in an exhibit of Hindu art at the Art Institute of Chicago.  It's a highly diverse sampling of how Hindus have sought to represent their deities and their relationships with them.  I could not help but be reminded of the art I observed in an Hindu temple which I visited a number of months ago, the many strikingly beautiful statues and icons that the devout have built to worship their gods.  The craftsmanship is joyous and remarkable.
     Of course the most skeptical of us may well ask, how do the Hindus know they are even talking to a real person?  In fact, how does anyone know she is really communicating with God.
     These are complicated questions.  Even if we assert, correctly, from my standpoint, on the basis of ample historical and textual evidence, that the appearance of Jesus confirms, definitively, the presence of God, we remain in mystery.  We remain amazed at the mystery of how, the world over, people, whether Hindu, Muslim, indigenous native, Jew, or any other, continue to seek out an experience of the divine.  It says much about us and our human condition.  It allows to be, God's image and its conditioning of us notwithstanding, in awe.  We are awed because regardless of what we may say, we all need ethereal sublimity and beauty, we all need personal wholeness and, I dare say, we all need to take hold of something, something that we sense or intuit that explains why we are here.
     And Krishna, Jesus, Allah, or not, we must recognize that we, finite beings only unto ourselves, will never find the full answer in ourselves.  How could we think otherwise?
     In short, why do we keep seeking that which we cannot see?