Man, I just been sitting here thinking.

About what?

About the miracle we just witnessed.

The miracle you witnessed. I witnessed a freak occurrence.

What is a miracle, Vincent?

An act of God.

And what's an act of God?

When, um ... God makes the impossible possible ... but this morning I don't think qualifies.

Hey, Vincent, don't you see? That shit don't matter. You're judging this shit the wrong way. I mean, it could be that God stopped the bullets, or He changed Coke to Pepsi, He found my **** car keys. You don't judge shit like this based on merit. Now, whether or not what we experienced was an "according to Hoyle" miracle is insignificant. What is significant is that I felt the touch of God. God got involved.

But why?

Well, that's what's **** with me. I don't know why, but I can't go back to sleep.