Maximillian's Numerous Questions

Maximillian stared at the ceiling. God, he thought, what am I doing? He had no idea, so he kept staring at the ceiling. God didn't know what Max, which is what Maximillian let some people call him (obviously God is one of those people, although Maximillian isn't particularly religious), was doing, but he was curious, so he watched Max stare at the ceiling, and thought what is he doing? Max lay there for a while more, thinking the whole time. Because God did not answer him, not that he was expecting Him to, Maximillian decided that he would decide for himself what he was doing. I am getting out of bed. And, wonders of wonders, he was. Without any input from God, without divine intervention or miraculous happenings Maximillian got out of bed. Because God did not answer him Maximillians next thought was Jesus, what am I doing? Well Jesus was in the same camp as God, confused, amused and befuddled about what Max was going to do (Jesus is also one of those people whom Maximillian allows the nickname Max to be used in reference to him, him Maximillian, not him Jesus or him God, in both of those situations the proper pronoun is Him instead of him). And so Jesus, next to God, watched Maximillian. With no heavenly guidance Maximillian decided he was on his own, and got dressed without instructions from anyone. Having gotten himself thus far on his own Maximillian was now himself a little confused about what he was doing. So yet again he turned to religion. Oh prophet Muhammad, what am I doing? Prophet Muhammad heard him but had no idea what Max was doing ( You guessed it, Muhammad is also one of those people) so he watched, just as curiously as God and Jesus.

So the day went: Maximillian continually unsure of his direction and at a loss with whatever everyday action he was about to perform. whatever God, or deity he asked equally unsure but curious as to what he would do. Maximillian questioned the great gods and goddesses of Ancient Greece and Rome on his next actions, all were silent, but intrigued. The pagan gods, and goddesses and minor deities, were equally silent and perhaps even more intrigued than the Divine Beings of Greece and Rome. Maximillian questioned the Gods and Goddesses of the Maya, the Inca and the Aztecs, the plethora of Holy Spirits of the Native Americans, from Tawa the sun spirit of the Hopi, to Nanook, the Inuit master of polar bears, to Hahgwehdiyu the Iroquois creator God. Maximillian implored Buddha and Krishna, asked Confucius and Lau-Tze for instruction. No one answered but all were interested in what this curious man would do next. I would go on listing gods and goddesses and deities and such but I think you get the point (sorry Africa, you get left out once again). By bed-time Maximillian had run out of Supreme Beings, venerated humans and all manners of spirits and demons. Exhausted from his long day of questioning and menial, obvious, commonplace, tasks, Maximillian collapsed into bed, without ever having to ask anyone.