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"Thou art God!!!"

[...]"Jubal my brother, you were ask me, 'who made the world?' and I did not have words why I did not grok it rightly to be a question. I have been thinking words."
"so?"
"You told me, 'God made the world.'"
"No, no!" Harshaw said. "I told you that, while religions said many things, most of them said, 'God made the world.' I told you that I do not grok the fullness, but that 'God' was the word that was used."
"Yes, Jubal," Mike agreed. "Word is 'God'." He added, "You grok."
"I must admit I don't grok."
"You grok," Smith repeated firmly. "I am explain. I did not have the word. You grok. Anne groks. I grok. The grasses under my feet grok in happy beauty. But I need the word. The word is God."
"Go ahead."
Mike pointed triumphantly at Jubal "Thou art God" [...]

"Stranger in a Strange Land" Heinlein

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