SO MANY SEEKERS, philosophers, and the like try to “find God” simply within their own experience and frame of reference.
Some go to the mountains, some to the desert. In those places, however, they may only see the creative power of God. And, if they are so inclined, they will perhaps praise him in their mind, if only with impersonal, appreciative wonder.
However, they will never see him (or perhaps at this point, we should still be saying “it”) as a person this way, nor certainly as a loving God—other than, say, his care for the creatures of his creation.
Others go to places of deep contemplation, whether induced with drugs or some exercise of deep consciousness. Here they may see a glimpse of part of the nature of God. They may see some of his rationality, his logical systems, and—again, perhaps—they will glimpse some of his holiness through their own sense of conscience, of “right” and “wrong.” But, again, this will never reveal to them a way to salve their conscience, to rid their mind of guilt. They will only be left with fear and despair. (A good way to start to know God but a terrible way to end.)
But how many seek God in the very written text that purports, in the words of its various authors, to be “His Word?” When they do open it, with their preconceived notions of what it contains, they see nothing but myths and legends. (Though, I dare say, typical myths and legends are rarely accompanied by the extensive genealogies and timelines found in the scriptures of the Old and New Testaments.)