Gil: Okay God, if you really want me to do this, then just give me a sign. Any sign.

SD: (flying out of control overhead) Hey you, down there—watch out! INCOMMMMIIIINNNGGG!! (He crash lands right next to Gil—He pops up, dusting himself off) Hey there little guy. Sorry about that.

Gil: Is this the sign God?

SD: Sign? What sign?

Gil: Well, I was asking God to show me a sign if He wanted me to do something I was asking him about, and then all of a sudden you fell out of the sky. So, I was wondering if you were my sign.

SD: Well, as you can see, I am not a sign, nor am I carrying any sign. I am a super hero. I’m SuperDude!

Gil: Well, you still fell out of the sky right when I was asking God to send me a sign.

SD: Technically, I didn’t fall from the sky. I had a bit of a sniffle earlier so I took some cold medicine, but then I started to feel dizzy, so I thought I’d come down here and rest for a few minutes.

Gil: It looked like you fell to me.

SD: Let’s not argue over a technicality. As long as I’m here, is there anything I can help you with? Perhaps I can help you find this sign you are looking for. What does it look like?

Gil: I don’t know.

SD: What do you mean you don’t know? How will you know when you’ve found it if you don’t know what it looks like?

Gil: Well, it’s not an actual sign. It’s more like an idea or a concept.

SD: Okay, you’ve lost me. I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Gil: Maybe it will help if I explain why I’m looking for a sign.