I used to play a lot of heavy metal but then I found God.  I remember he looked at me and said, "Ummmm...  That's nice, but I was not actually lost in the first place..."  It was kind of like meeting a teacher or university lecturer with whom you never really clicked in a social situation.  You don't actively dislike each other but there is not a lot to talk about. 

So I said "Oh, of course!  You can't get lost! I mean, you made all this, right?"  I spread my hands in what I hoped was a universally encompassing way.  I remember wishing there was a third person present to join the conversation so I would not feel pressured to keep talking, or so anxious to fill the silence.    

God smiled.  I can not say it was benevolent, but at least he tried.  Sadly, I was not filled with radiant warmth or a feeling of peace and purpose.  If we're being honest, he just seemed a bit irritated.  After a polite nod he put on his headphones and I pretended to look out the window at something very far away. 

I waited for what felt like the right amount of time, pulled out my iPad and started writing some electronic music.   And here we are.  Finding other ways to fill the silence.