i talked to god all the time as a kid. told him what was going on, what i’d like, how much i appreciated everything. now he doesn’t even exist. you’re talking to a vacuum, danny, a black hole. you send out those messages, those thoughts, and they just get sucked right up into the hole, never to be seen again. you can send as many messages as you want into the black hole but you sure as hell aren’t going to get anything back. nothing. nada. zip. give up.