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guest continued, "I keep asking God for signs, you know, answers. Even a heavenly buzz off would do," not pausing for affirmation nor comment. "I've decided though, you have to look in the right place. Moses had to find that bush." The guest tossed a small pamphlet onto the lap of his guest who flung himself back in overreaction as if a grenade had been tossed. He hesitatingly glanced at the offering. "Shrubs. How many kinds would you say are listed in there? Hmm? Take a look. Go on." His guest was humoring him with feigned interest in the booklet. "Incomplete. No? Not the beat around kind, which I like a lot, nor the burning type which is what we were talking about. At least, I was. See? With all this learning at our finger tips, we have no clue. How did Moses even know to look on that particular mountain? Think about it. How many mountains did he actually climb? You figure he nailed it on the first guess? My bet would be that Moses was a regular mountain climbing machine. That's probably why his flock was down there making golden icons. No? Ole Moses, there he goes, up another frigging mountain! Lookin for a bush! That part, I'll betcha, got dropped. No? If I'm not going to keep coming up dry, I gotta find the right cock to to turn. Wouldn't you say? So here I am, Mr. Big.. oh not right of me to use familiarities." "Cock? What the fuck are you babbling about? Do I look like a man of God? Jesus Christ!" "No. That's just it. See?" "What?" "I figure, and believe me, it's taken a long long time for me to come to this, but I figure that they're very few real men of God and the rest of us just can't tell who they are! To us they are as invisible as the angels. I might as well chose randomly from the phone book. Hmm? Yes?"