On one particular occasion I created the opportunity to ask god itself the most profound question I could conjur.

So sitting back in the pink and aquamarine star patterned cathedral of the heavens, colored beyond the spectrum - I forgot the question.

"What is the question??" I humbly cried.

Speaking with a shimmering upon the stars - the voice of perfect silence thundered :

"The question is the answer."

I'm just glad God didn't laugh at me - that would have been embarrasing.