Conch Shell

If there was a god, and he were to walk along a beach, pick up a shell and put it to his ear, what would he hear? The infinite sound of the seas trapped and reverberating against their calcium cage? The cries of his creations yearning for a moment of contemplation while they drown in activity? Would he hear the infinite spectrum of all that could be and the echos of eternity? Or would he hear the claustrophobic cries of a conch who died long ago, leaving a phantom to moan.