"My Lord, I am sure You are now tired.
You are now tired of my ceaseless questions, You are now tired of our marathon talk, You are tired of my endless stupidity."

"My child, I get joy only when you talk to Me.
My Joy is Rest, ever-nourishing and ever-fulfilling."

"My Lord, I am a clever fellow.
I was just being modest and polite.
It is I who am actually tired."

"I see, then, My child.
You sleep inside My Life's Depth, inside My Soul's Breath, inside My Vision's Glow, inside My Reality's Flow.
Sleep, My child, sleep."