The dream involved coffee, and a long conversation with a personable man whom she distrusted at first smile.
"I have to admire your ambition," she said. "But really, isn't it a little petty to only want to stand in God's place?"
He shrugged. "Let us blame the language rather than any lack of aspiration. We have no higher word than God, no higher place than Heaven."
"Then, definition?"
"Is in our own hands. Like everything else."
"And price?"
"Is what we choose to pay."
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