icating？ he wonders。
The way everything municates with everything else。
Which way is that？
Why do you ask if you already know the answer？
But I don't know the answer。
The foam moves him gently； peacefully； but he receives no answer for a time。 He wonders if he is alone again。
Are you there？
Yes。
I thought you had gone away。
There is nowhere to go。
Do you mean you are imprisoned inside this sphere？
No。
Will you answer a question？ Who are you？
I am not a who。
Are you God？
God is a word。
I mean； are you a higher being； or a higher consciousness？
Higher than what？
Higher than me； I suppose。
How high are you？
Pretty low。 At least； I imagine so。
Well； then； that's your trouble。
Riding in the foam； he is disturbed by the possibility that God is making fun of him。 He thinks； Are you making a joke？
＇＇333＇＇ Why do you ask if you already know the answer？
Am I talking to God？
You are not talking at all。
You take what I say very literally。 Is this because you are from another planet？
No。
Are you from another planet？
No。
Are you from another civilization？
No。
Where are you from？
Why do you ask if you already know the answer？
In another time； he thinks； he would be irritated by this repetitive answer； but now he feels no emotions。 There are no judgments。 He is simply receiving information； a response。 He thinks； But this sphere es from another civilization。
Yes。
And maybe from another time。
Yes。
And aren't you a part of this sphere？
I am now。
So； where are you from？
Why do you ask if you already know th