The interview was over, more or less. Everything but the shouting anyway. I started to stand up, and then, almost as an afterthought, she asked, "Do you have any questions for me?"

I sat back down.

"I do," I said. "If you could have one wish--and never mind the laws of physics, you've got one chance to do something magical--what would it be?"

She hadn't expected that.

"I didn't expect that," she said.

"No, but what would you wish for?"

"I don't see what this has to do with the position."

"It has everything to do with the position. It has everything to do with everything. What would you wish for?"

"I guess...a vacation," she said, placing my application and resume in the growing stack of NOPE on the edge of the desk. "Or maybe to win the lotto. Why, what would you wish for?"

"I wish," I said, "I WISH: for everyone in the world to have just a split-second of total comprehension of the mind of God."

That's when the shouting started.

     

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