human
I has gone on his mysterious journey into the strange, new land. We are standing in the darkened death chamber, where the dead body lies, with close shut eyes, like an empty house whence the tenant has gone out, closing the windows after him, and the sobbing friends are feeling the inevitable pressure of the questions,
gpt
Where is he? What is he doing? What is he seeing? Can we know anything at all about his condition now?
human
No, we cannot know anything; all is vague, shadowy, unreal. It is vain to torment our hearts by thinking.