Where’s God? I’d ask a centipede. Why don’t you have more legs. You’ll move faster. Maybe because more legs means they’ll take up more room and would be easier to spot by prey 

Is he here? Why can’t birds have more than two wings? Won’t they move faster? Well, according to aerodynamics they could, but they’d weigh more and it would be dead weight

Question. Why don’t lions hunt? They do, but they prefer the shade. 

Are you with us? More wheels, faster car? Sure, just put it in the next arcade

How about, Why do planes fly? Because your aunt moved to L.A. and you’re stuck in New Orleans. 

My phone is running through battery. No problem, You bartered work for the quirk to talk to your husband Sam over the airwaves, through the clouds, over the trees, beneath the sky, between the storm and day, across the seaside, under the night sky, below the sheets, around the door, through the wind. All this time you’ve been here. Only watching, the things that transpire on this hallowed ground