"It's for you."
The voice not he other end was Sergeant Reed of Homicide.
"You still looking for God?"
"Yeah."
"An all-powerful being? Great ones, Creator of the Universe? First Cause of All Things?"
"That's right."
"Somebody with the description just showed up at the morgue. You better get down there right away."
It was Him all right, and from the looks of Him it was a professional job.
"He was dead when they brought Him in."
"Where'd you find Him?"
"At the warehouse on Delancey Street."
"Any clues?"
"It's the work of an existentialist. We're sure of that."
"How can you tell?"
"Haphazard way it was done. Doesn't seem to be any system followed. Impulse."
-Woody Allen
Our connection with God is where we breathe life into it. It is our choice.
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