I stopped being a Catholic at 17, much to my mother’s disappointment. At 19 I took a class in the works of Aldus Huxley that changed my entire view of religion and God. God became not transcendent but immanent in all things. I also met Allen Watts that year and became attracted to Buddhism. At 21 I became a Quaker. The “meeting” was small, less than a dozen, held in one of the member’s rustic home in the Alaska wilderness that surrounded Anchorage. The Quaker cemetery was located there by a small lake. Every meeting opened after everyone settling in with the young woman who’s house we gathered in. She would begin the meeting by quietly saying: “Be silent, and listen for the voice of God.” I still carry that gentle advice with me today, 70 years later.