human
If there's a heaven, can there be anything in it better than this, Little Pal?
gpt
There can be God, he said.
human
I'm a pagan sometimes in the sun, but never on a night like this. Then one _knows_ things one isn't sure of at other times. Why, I suppose there isn't really a world at all! God is simply thinking of these things, and of us, so we and they seem to be. We are his thoughts; the mountains, and the river, and the wild-flowers are his thoughts. It's just as if an author writes a story. In the story, all the people and the things which concern them are real, but you close the volume and they simply don't exist. Only God doesn't close the volume, I think, until the next is ready.
gpt
I wonder whether we'll both come into the next story?
human
Who knows? Perhaps you'll wander into one story, and I'll get lost in another.