Never underestimate the power of God. For forty-five minutes we watched his white veins flash across the sky, beer in our hands, as he stumbled drunk around his penthouse apartment looking for a contact, crashing into everything. A cricket plugged in then tried to discharge itself. Frogs laughed, Cicadas anguished. Fireflies lit like random lighters . The wind sometimes howled and the trees applauded. All the while, God never made a sound. For forty-five minutes we watched this. We should have stayed up with him. But we didn't.