What do you do when life calls for prayer and you don’t believe in any god? Who do you pray to then? When you get the phone call we all hate to hear, and your breath is taken away and you are left powerless to only hope, who are you hoping will hear you? When the idea of him or it or her is all too tangled in the corrupt notion of a church and it’s twisted ideals, where do you turn for the clarity and serenity that is supposed to come from religion? Where is your sanctuary when you need it most? And when you find yourself down on your knees, fighting back tears and whispering wishes into the universe, where exactly are you thinking they’ll land? What power are you hoping to harness? Who’s attention are you desperate to grab?