I am only half-amused. The rest of me doesn't believe in it. You sit me down in a darkened room -- you steal my power and you render me blindless -- and you say, "this is silence." This piece, between myself and your mouth, a vague auditory adjustment. This is what it means, to be a member of heaven's management team. This is what it means to watch your wings clipped as scandal after corporate scandal reveals the face of God to your peers.