Waiting for the bus but deciding to fly instead, you travel through windingsodium-vapor lit streets at rooftop level. Deciding to go higher to try to see if the bus is on its way, you bump up against the matte-black ceiling that was the false sky.

So you have to go through an apartment. Floating in an open window, you need to clamber up the dresser without knocking it over or spilling the clothes out of the drawers. Once you've entered the dark apartment, you find yourself summoned by God, so you ask where to go, and he reminds you to go up, dummy, and yes, there's the shining light, so you ascend.

After you chat for a while, you go back down with him to a party you went to with this beautiful girl you know and introduce Jesus to her, or start to, but he takes it from there. He's tall, skinny but muscular, wearing a dark leather vest, and is kind of unassuming except when he's looking right at you. So they hit it off and you whisper to her, after he asks an insightful question about her life, that he knows everything about you, but she's distracted. She has a Jesus hole, so you know, you were just doing your part.

But was it also just an excuse to not even try? It's kind of an Arthur Dent-Zaphod moment. Are you abandoning her because of your own fears and failures? Of course God knows what the plan is. But then you have no way of knowing if this guy is really Jesus or just some other god, like one in the Greek or Norse pantheon, not necessarily a bad guy but definitely not celibate and with your own spiritual development at heart. You wish you had asked if he was a trickster god, but of course you know you would have gotten the same answer no matter what. The knight-knave paradox.