human
What is it?
gpt
Repentance,
human
I pity thee. Repentance is bitter of taste.
gpt
No, said the boy.
human
It is warm and sweet. It moves my heart and my understanding.
gpt
What has become of thy hatred?
human
I shall never hate again.
gpt
What wilt thou do, then?
human
I shall love, said the boy.
gpt
he repeated softly.
human
Wilt thou love tyranny and forbear to kill the tyrant?
gpt
Nay, he said, laughing a little, boyishly, in pure pleasure at the crystal fixity of his purpose.
human
Rather will I love the tyrant, and the tyranny will die of itself. Oh, it is the way! It is the way! And I could not think of it till now! Not till I saw thee killing and him bleeding. Then I knew. Then, more gravely, he added,
gpt
I will begin by loving thee.
human
Thou hast the appearance of a young god, said the man slowly,
gpt
He sighed, and his face strengthened into a semblance of power.
human
I was a god once myself,
gpt
What is thy name?
human
They called me once the Great God Pan. And thou?
gpt
My father is Joseph the carpenter. My mother calls me Jesus.
human
said Pan,