One very humid and airless night I woke up around 4 am - not long after I had gone to bed - I heard someone in the kitchen. With no fear whatsoever with confident steps I automatically moved towards the presence of that "someone" as if someone pushed me in that direction.
The candle I left the night before on the kitchen table was lit. Next to the fridge stood Bob Marley dressed like an angel holding the receiver. He handed it to me and said:
- God on the phone... wants to talk to you.
I picked the phone, and without letting God say a word said:
-Hey.. you UP there.. if you're Morissette, I'll just say that your music is awesome! I love it! You're great!! and if you're not.. well.. isn't it ironic? but I have nithing to tell or ask you about... and I hang up the phone.
Bob Marley still stood there staring at me. His angel costume was gone.
-Well,-he said,- what can I say? Keep listening to my music... Alanis too... and disappeared... and I woke up!
Isn't it Ironic? I had nothing to talk about with God.
Do YOU?