Over the last decade and a half or so, I've increasingly counted myself among the "Nones," the population of people for whom no specific religious alignment seems to point to True North. This may remain the case, but I've found myself reaching for The Holy more and more of late, quietly, within. Maybe it's that life in 2017 seems so challenging as to be nearly impossible. Maybe it's the watery creep of impending middle age. All I know is, after years of spiritual stagnation following a harrowing coming-out and a wild, wandering youth, I feel this part of me awakening once more—or at least, more than in a long time. What does it mean? I guess more will be revealed.