Mono - Halo

Once upon a time, like four years ago, I used to run on a daily basis, something like around twenty km a day or so. Then one day I hurt my leg, and since then I've never managed to go back to those days - I'll sometimes try to pick it up again, and then run for a few days, but then the pain just makes it unbearable. So, running, at least for now, is off the table.
But what I can do is walk. And so I decided, a few days back, to go for some long walks - I'm figuring 10 km constitutes as 'long' - and man... I haven't felt so physically exhausted in years and years. Probably not since my boot camp training at the Air Force.
In anticipation of this, I decided to load up my iPhone with a plethora of songs, and though for the first few days I stuck to pre-existing playlists, I recently started to listen to Mono's discography while walking.
Mono is one of those bands that's not easily describable. Post-rock? Yes. Modern classical? That, too. Epic, majestic, imperial? Oh yes.
I'm widly in love with an album of theirs called 'Hymn to the Immortal Wind' - a soaring, uplifting, transcending work of art that always leaves me a bit breathless. It's also an album that, for some reason, makes me think of religion. Or at least have religious thoughts.
Just so you know, I'm neither religious nor spiritual. Nothing against those who are, but that's not me. That said, I was raised catholic, and I did my first communion and got baptized - though I was 12 at the time, so it was wholly my choice.
As I grew older, I sort of imagined that one day I'd have some kind of crisis where I'd turn to the faith - but this has never happened, and frankly - I don't see it happening. But there's a caveat here - my disbelief in God, the god found in all bibles and sacred codes - is also tempered with a knowledge that there exists a higher... I don't know. A higher something.
I just tend to feel that this thing, whatever it is, is dispassionate about all it's created, and basically leaves us be. It cares not for our belief or attention. But sometimes I'll feel god when watching the sunset, or when I'm ambling through the woods, he's there on the sighing of the winds through the trees, he's there when the sun shines down through the canopies, he's there in the distant buzzing of insects, he's there in the melodious secret language that birds chirp in.
That there shows me God more than any soul ever did.