I've been known for my ability to think throughout the 58+ years of my business and personal life; and indeed, I come from a family of thinkers, including a grandfather who was a bona fide foundational quantum physicist. So my thinking credentials are established and solid, if not irrefutable. ( Mind you, no one's ability to think well is irrefutable — even the best thinkers fail at times.)
One ought to be clear about this; and yet one isn’t, not at all. In encountering large bodies of work that think about the presence of God — because all written work thinks about the body of God rather than experiencing the body of God (“body” in this sense meaning the entirety) — one at once forgets that thinking is thinking. Thinking, in other words, cannot remember itself.
Even in writing this— and for the reader, in reading it— one is already disconnected from the actual sensation and presence of God by the translation, which is outward and disconnected from the inward flow, the influence, of the presence of God. So unless one has this action active in one — at all times, and specifically enough to sense one’s lack — the words sound wonderful, and that is about all they can do. Words, I would caution, sound far less wonderful on the one hand when the presence of God is sensed — and, on the other hand, they sound far more wonderful in the sense that their very insufficiency becomes a celebration.
Although the position is technically correct, it attempts to sidestep what can never be sidestepped, and that is the fact of our own existence and expression of the presence of God.