water.

“Do you believe in God?” I asked. 

“Water is to wet as god is to love. You can stare at an ocean and appreciate its beauty. You can float on its surface and smile at it. You can cross over a roaring river and look down upon it.  You can talk of it day after day and write poems and books but you will only get wet if you jump in and you will only taste it if you drink.”

“So, you believe in god?”

“I believe in getting wet.”