human
Oh, I know I could n't get 'em o' course. Folks can't reach up and bring clouds down out o' de sky.
gpt
I did n't say anything about clouds nor about the sky, returned the voice.
human
I was speaking about pictures and heaven. Folks can reach up and bring pictures down out of heaven. It's done every day. Geniuses do it.
gpt
Who is geniuses?
human
People who can get near enough heaven to catch glimpses of its wonderful beauty and paint it on canvas or carve it in marble for the world to see, or who hear snatches of its music and set them upon paper for the world to hear; and they are called artists and sculptors and composers and poets.
gpt
What takes 'em up to heaven?
human
Inspiration,
gpt
I don't know o' that. I never seen it, the boy returned.
human
Is it death?
gpt
No; it is life. But you would n't understand if I could explain it, which I cannot. No one understands it. But it is there just the same. You have it, but you do not know how to use it yet. You never will unless you do something besides lie beneath the trees and dream. Why can't you do something?
human
Oh, I'm tired with all the things I 'm not doin'!