It’s strange the way people think of spirituality.

They make it a contained relic; an object of mysterious power. They make it superstition for the emotionally weak. They make it a category to be claimed or discarded at will.

But as I understand religion according to God, one can no more discard it than one can discard the air we breathe. It is no more superstition-worthy than equally invisible natural properties, like air, are.
It can no more be boxed than the earth and the universe can be.

After all, religion/spirituality is about God, is it not? If we can dissect and divide God into labeled sections, then perhaps this categorized view of religion is justified.

But it seems He is spirit. . . . And the Creator of all things in existence. And these creations of His are infused with. . . Himself. How can they not be? How does the artist not influence his act of painting? How does the writer not diffuse his inner thoughts in his writing? How does the architect’s building not bear his marks? And so forth. God is life, breathe, light–the sustainer of all that is. How can everything not have at least a whiff of his spirit?

And so, I fail to see the logic behind our theories of religion and spirituality.