Do you ever wake wondering where God came from? Maybe you don’t. Maybe you sleep dead until dawn. Good for you. But maybe you’ve grown tired of middle class dreams. Maybe you startle in sweat like drops of blood praying the thought would pass. But no cigar. So you lie awake scrambling in your mind to find purchase so as to catch a glimpse before ‘In the beginning…’ Then again maybe you don’t. Good for you.