Gloria to God:

Dear God, I am surprised when I come across people who don't believe in You. It is like I have forgotten the possibility of people who don't.

God:

They have forgotten. Or, rather, they have blinded themselves. It is a self-excision they have made. They do not believe in Me, and at the same time they feel I have abandoned them. I cannot. And they cannot leave Me. They can only imagine it.

Gloria to God:

Dear Father of Goodness, what is the meaning of life?

God:

The meaning is to live it. Follow its path. Grow up. Give kindness along the way. The way of life takes you to Heaven, and so you find your way back to Me.

Gloria:

Are we like a kite here on a string?

God: