Getting back to the task of finding gods, I think it might pay to look at the process of cleaning carpets.
                Muslims, you'll notice, roll their carpets out on a stone floor and spend hours and hours, five times a day, banging those carpets with their foreheads.
                In the west, of course, we throw the carpet over a clothes line, and beat the dust out of it with a worn out old tennis racket.
                In the west, I suspect we end up with cleaner carpets, but it's not hard to understand why no one has discovered a god. In the Middle-East, however, one would think, with those Muslims beating their carpets over and over--by the millions in all parts of west Asia and Northern Africa--pounding and pounding with their foreheads, they would surely have chased up some kind of a god by now. That is, if there'd been any kind of a god to find anywhere.