God blesses. God takes away. And here everything and nothing coincide inside you. Sometimes, you just want to find the exit, that glowing red ember above everybody's head and walk out. Into what? Oh, I don't know. Maybe the past where you'll poof into a pile of salt, or maybe the dark deep nothing void of all the black holes Stephen Hawking talked so much about, or maybe into the beautiful abyss of creation, where you'll worship all you're not supposed to.