Why don't you show yourself?

Scribe: God, MichaelF309 asks “Why don't you show yourself? Does Scribe see you when he interviews you?”

God: DO YOU WANT TO ANSWER THE SECOND ONE, FIRST?

Scribe: Sure. When I ask questions, a huge burning bush appears, one time it singed my curtains. And then a massive booming voice--

God: SCRIBE?

Scribe: --makes the whole room shake, and—

God: SCRIBE?

Scribe: Oh. You want to play it straight?

God: PLEASE JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION.

Scribe: Sorry. I don’t see anything.

God: A BIT OF ELABORATION?

Scribe: I read a question aloud and then type it. When I stop typing, I’ve got both the question I wrote and God’s answer. It’s quite mysterious.

God: I PREFER THE TERM “MIRACULOUS”.

Scribe: Oh, yeah. It’s miraculous.

God: WHY DON'T I SHOW MYSELF? BECAUSE YOU DON'T NEED TO SEE ME TO BELIEVE IN ME. NOW AS FOR WHAT I LOOK LIKE, MICHAEL, I ACTUALLY LOOK A LOT LIKE YOU EXCEPT A BIT TALLER AND I PART MY HAIR ON THE OTHER SIDE.

Scribe: I thought you were going to play it straight.

God: YOU’RE RIGHT. FORGOT MYSELF FOR A MOMENT. I’VE HEARD IT SAID THAT “GOD CREATED HUMANKIND IN HIS OWN IMAGE.” THAT’S NOT FAR FROM THE TRUTH. THERE’S A LITTLE BIT OF ME IN EVERY ONE OF YOU. AND NOT JUST MAN. EVERYTHING YOU SEE. IN EVERY ANIMAL, INSECT, PLANT, THE WIND, THERE IS SOME OF ME.

Scribe: You’re huge.

God: I’M GOD.

Scribe: Right. So no burning bushes?

God: YOUR CURTAINS ARE SAFE.