"Are you speaking of God, or speaking of me?"
"What's the difference?"
"Well, I'm not God, you know."
"Whatever I say, I can only speak for myself. And if God is anywhere, there's supposed to be a place inside us. What's God, anyway?"
"I don't know. I think it's all bullshit."
"Yes, well. Perhaps it is. Perhaps there's no explaining any of it. but time waits for no man and if I hang around long enough with what's inside my head, maybe lessons worth learning will come along on their own."
"You can never know the truth."
"I know What Is. And that when What Is changes all the time while refusing to change, that means it's true for me."
"Well, leave it there, then."
"Okay. I guess the question of What Love Is can wait until the next lifetime."