The man enters the temple, he is alone. I am there too. The fact I am there does not change the fact the man is alone. In the end you can say the room is empty besides the man and his guilty conscience. The correction would change nothing.

The man begins to talk. Pray, he begins to pray aloud. For guidance, for forgiveness, for favors, in reality they all pray for the same thing. Crying, barely a few words in and the fully grown man has begun to cry. Everyone does it at some point, crying in prayer, even the atheists occasionally cry out to me.

This man is not an atheist though. He is devout. He truly believes in me.

His prayer is over his wife. She was cheating and he was devoted. Love struck, happy, and naive he lived his life. Then one day he came home on the act. Today, I suppose. Marriage is a communion between two humans, two equals. That's the thing about being equals. One can surprise the other, whether the surprise is positive or negative is another story.

The man wants to murder his wife. To ascend one step closer to me and take the power of destruction, and with it the power of creation into his own hands. To isolate himself even further than the act of cheating must have pushed him towards.

He is now screaming in the vast and empty temple. Desperately crying out for a sign. He does not want to be alone. I know every person in the universe's thoughts and I think no one wants to be alone. He does what so many mortals do and asks for a sign.

I stretch my vast and cosmic powers. So many options, a dove flying in the window, asking him to make peace, a glass shattering to signal she should die. Even dropping a chandelier on his head, ending a potential killer and punishing a guilt ridden wife.

With my omnipotence, I do nothing.