Have you ever tried to have a serious conversation with God and actually gotten chills when you asked a question?
I think God's gone from me now, but I remember what it used to feel like when he/she used to be there... When love's there you don't appreciate it or recognize it. When it's gone, there's nothing you can do to get it back. You're left flailing around like an idiot, "But...but...I remember..." Remembrances ain't the real thing. When you're bereft of chills and insight is it 'cause you're supposedly mature enough to handle things on your own, or are you just forsaken?