This reminds me of a scene from Ayn Rand's 'the Fountainhead' where Toohey asks Roark =
Toohey - "Mr. Roark, we’re alone here. Why don’t you tell me what you think of me? In any words you wish. No one will hear us."
Roark - "But I don’t think of you."
What do you think of Jehovah?
Punk - But I don't think of Jehovah!