To know God better is only to realize how impossible it is that we should ever know him at all. I know not which is more childish to deny him, or define him.
For more and more of us, home has really less to do with a piece of soil than, you could say, with a piece of soul. If somebody suddenly asks me, "Where's your home?" I think about my sweetheart or my closest friends or the songs that travel with me wherever I happen to be.