Joan: Why? Nobody's ever going to know who wrote it. What good does that do?
God: Do you know who carved the façade of Notre Dame, or the sculptures at the Parthenon?
Joan: *sigh* We haven't gotten to that chapter yet.
God: No one knows. Their names are lost to everyone but me. But does that make their creations any less beautiful?
Cute Guy God boards the bus and sits in a seat perpendicular to Joan.
Cute Guy God: “Remember me?”
Joan: “Why all the familiar looks? Doing a greatest hits? Starting to get a little pleased with yourself?”
Cute Guy God: “You see me the way you want to see me, Joan….
I had to turn it off- there were too many emotions all at once.