what is true for love is true for everything else we do: when we say thou to any being it is in the act of giving that we receive. i am i when i say thou.
emily dickinson said "death is a dialogue between the spirit and the dust." precisely. but life, which unlike death, is neither spirit nor body but their-between, says thou to the dust, and the dust responds by giving birth to life. even god knew this: we are told that god said thou to the dust and the dust became man and woman.
life is therefore the dialogue between our whole-being and the dust. we know that our bodies cannot be alone. the body needs the air it breathes, the food it eats, the light it sees, the touch that touches it. and we also know that the spirit cannot be alone for it needs to love in order to be. to touch is to be touched, for life is dialogue and nothing lives that gives no life.
is there anything that exists i cannot say thou to? consider this: the simple ability to ask that question already underscores its answer: there is no "i" without a thou, and if i cannot be a thou to a being, i can neither be an "i" to myself. what am i then? to say "it" is to be "it". nothing says "it" that isn't an "it" at that moment. this is the entire melancholy of dialogue!
we find god in everything and everywhere because god is the between of everything and everywhere. it is will and grace. if i cannot dialogue with the dust, what then can i dialogue with? dust is filled with life when we say thou to it, and dust is filled with death when we don't.
but let us understand this well: the god that is everywhere and in everything is born to life as the between of the i and the thou. in other words: the god that is in us and everywhere, is the god that is between us and everything.