I envy those to whom God gives such clear guidance: "Sell your worldly goods & feed the poor." "So, you love me s'more? Build me a 400-foot temple of graham crackers, chocolate & marshmallows. Get back here, child, I'm joking. Don't be so gullible." Or: "Run for president." When I ask His guidance, I get mumbling, riddles, cryptic parables. "It's in my Book, man. Look it up," He sez. Or: "Well, what do YOU think?" Or: "You know the answer. Quit asking, nimrod." Some of us are on our own, I guess.