-Who are you?
-Don't you recognize me?
-Really not.
-In turn I'm here all you though. You can't forget me.
-Certainly I can!
-No, 'cause I'm not somebody but a concept.
-Nonetheless you stay right outside me now.
-You gave me a body.
-Maybe am I the God?
-You're nobody.
-Well then? According you?
-You? Bah! My puppet.
-Are you God?
-Not find but warm.
-Devil?
-Neither.
-What can be close to God but isn't the? Surmount me like the master of puppets?
-In this affair you asked a very easy question whereof the answer is easy too.
-Do you tell me?
-Don't. Play.
-I haven't got patience.
-On me? You always have the patience but was weak squarely me.
-Not looming.
-Not? Now you may unload this: I'm a concept, you give me body, surmount you, never defeat me, ever watching you.
-Are you my creature?
-Just and solely yours. Previously I was noble this help.
-What is this creature of myself I was pestered and annoyed by?
-You're already closer.
-This style induce me fear.
-You hit this!
-What? Are you terrifying me?
-No. I'm the fear.