Is there a God?

It's amazing how many existential and spiritual questions a simple ski day brings to a mind. In this busy Holiday Season, when I watch skiers traffic, I can't help but believe that there's a God, up above, directing all that insane traffic.

I'm not talking about the possibility of life after death or after skiing, but simply of the wonderment that comes from observing these little ants sliding down the hill and, just like micro-puppets, connected to the invisible network of nylon wires held up by the Grand Puppeteer...