Me: So where were you anyway? When I was on the top of that tower, screaming out for you? Why were you absent? All I heard was the Wind! And I needed to hear from You at that very moment! God: I was there and I was talking. I am the Wind. Me: What the fuck do you mean you're the "wind." The "wind" said nothing to me. God: That is because the Words that I Speak, you do not understand. Me: Well, then you are a fucking awful communicator. God: Or you're a fucking awful listener. Me: Woah, you cuss? God: Goddamn right. I meet people where they're at. Always have. I am in them. They are in me. Me: So... wait. You're the Wind, but you're also within each person? How can that be so? God: There is no perfect Way or Metaphor for your very finite mind, but I have placed evidence of my Nature and Way all around you: in Christ, in Ghandi, in Daoism, in Islam, in Judaism, in Buddhism, in the New Age Movement, everywhere..