“Divinity.”

Divine doesn't exist.

Not in my mind, not anymore.

If anything is divine, it is me. 

It is my mind.

It is what I can carefully construct in my shiny, sparkly brain.

My messy imagination

of all the ways I can help people realize

that they are divine, too. 

That they matter.

Without the existence of a god, of a god whose good graces I am striving to stay in

Divine is only human. 

After all, it is more noble to do good without agenda, than to help your neighbor with an ulterior motive to get something in return.

Right?

So let's throw off this amorphous idea of "divine" being reserved for a nebulous entity far off in the clouds

And be the best version of ourselves. The best Makers of the Divine we can be. 

Let's be Divinators ourselves.