"We’ve wandered outside God’s field of view to where there’s a hole in the sky, and if I doze off at my post or my instruments fail, then it's not Jesus coming through the clouds; it’s the slow, systematic destruction of our universe by a thing that doesn’t breathe or think or feel. How can anyone believe whoever made this universe had anything resembling love in their heart?"
Malcolm W. Keyes is the pseudonym of a published author who wishes to keep his self-published works separate from his traditionally-published ones. While Malcolm is not a real person, he believes his writing is every bit as good as his creator’s. The lack of a physical body perturbs him, but he is nonetheless happy to exist.