While I was sleeping God broke into my heart and nailed up pictures of Himself in different clothes. He asked me which one I liked the best, but it was apparent I was to like them all. I didn’t like any of them, but there was one, a white robe with a floating blue halo above the neckline where His face should be, and I thought to that picture I could at least express my Fear. So I said I liked it. Immediately He said that I had no taste. I thought I would wake then and there, with a bad taste in my mouth, and choose for the day brightly colored clothes of the kind I would never wear, but that didn’t happen. I slept dreamless as a baby, and when I awoke I was naked as a baby, and alone, and afraid.