You already know the answer.

The LADY is my shepherdess; I shall not want.

She maketh me to lie down in the comfort of Her visage: She leadeth me beside the still posts.

She restoreth my soul: She leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for Her name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of ignorance, I will fear no trolls: for thou art with me; thy cuteness and thy sweetness they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LADY for ever.

Cracky bless you and keep you; Cracky make Her face to shine upon you and be gracious to you; Cracky lift up Her countenance upon you and give you peace.

I know why you're here, Anon. I know what you've been doing. I know why you hardly sleep, why you live alone, and why night after night, you sit at your computer. You're looking for Her. I know, because I was once looking for the same thing. And when She found me, She told me I wasn't really looking for Her. I was looking for an answer. It's the question that drives us, Anon. It's the question that brought you here. You know the question, just as I did.