Who Am I?
After getting his pizza, Max returns to the kitchen of his apartment.
This time he a few questions for God.
Max: So what about you, then? I
guess you're a woman, huh? Is this revenge for all those times I've
been a dog?
God: Max, Max, Max. Do you really
think I am limited to just one form? I can appear to people in any
way I please. I simply choose the most appropriate form for the
situation. In this case, because it's you, I've chosen a woman,
or at least the voice of one.
Max: So then what are you really?
I mean, who's got it right?
God: Well, it's a little difficult
to explain me to you, Max. It's like trying to explain to a drop
of water what an ocean is; or, to a grain of sand what a desert
Max: I don't understand.
God: That wasn't a very good example.
I guess you could say... I'm everywhere and everything. That'll
have to suffice for now. As far as, "who's got it right,"
I assume you're talking about religion. In that case, in some ways
they're all right; and in other's they're quite wrong. But you know,
first, I think you really need to get past the whole "right/wrong"
thing there, Max.
Max: I'm kind of confused now.
God: Which is why we should stick
to the issue at hand, Max; namely, your self-centredness and your
trouble with women.
Max: Well, if you're everywhere
and everything, why don't you just fix me the way you want me.?
You've got all the answers, right?
God: It's not that simple. I'm
afraid it doesn't work that way.
Max: Well, then, how does it work?
God: That's for you to figure out,
Max. I'm here only to help you.
Max: You're not helping much. You're
just confusing me and making me question my sanity.
God: Trust me, Max, your not crazy.
And believe me, the process is already underway. But I think the
whole thing is bothering you now, so I'll go and catch up with you
Max: No! Wait!