I squeezed my eyes more tightly and tried to get rid of the man. I worked to conjure up an image of anything else. Surely I could imagine something more sophisticated, more dramatic maybe. Something grander. Something better. I was, after all, asking for a glimpse of the God who formed the Universe with just a thought.
But I couldn't see anything else. He just stood there, his eyes set on me, that man with the balloons.Read More