Answer: One summer night I lay alone in a grassy field outlined in pines whose perfume stained the sky.  In the distance, a pocket of people played guitar and sang quiet songs.  The grass beneath my head was soft as a pillow, and the stars felt close enough for me to use the Big Dipper to ladle up a heaping scoop of memento constellations from this perfect night.  Then, though I couldn’t see it, a hand pressed me gently into the earth.  There, beneath that great palm, I felt eyes gazing at me with delight and charity, and I for once welcomed eternity.

Question: Do you believe in God?