I said, "It is our cravings that best postulate the divine." She said, "My, my, look who awoke as a theologian this morning." I said, "And underneath desire for fulfillment are the wants and needs that I accumulated from my dreams." She yawned, "I prefer the simple upward look to the skies at night to feel what I am missing and what I yearn for." I asked, "Are you suggesting that the very idea of God is not a miracle of our own thought?" She answered, "Yes and no and I am thinking of how wonderful it will be to fill this space with the smell of cinnamon rolls."