I've been searching him, and when I found him, we didn't have anything to say to each other.
I'm not disappointed, he made this world (or part of), and he seems to have good intentions. It is almost as if I don't mind. To me he's like a neighbor you never meet, you sometimes hear weird noises from over there, sometimes you wonder if he's a lunatic whacko, but most of the time you're ok with him.
His son of course - but that's a different story.
It's a weird night. And I wonder how god came into it.