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&quot; That put our minds and bodies together, that made us with our 

 own peculiar characters and wills, distinct apparently from each other s 

 and from His.&quot; 



&quot; Well, well ! that created us. Suppose he did ; what s the good 

 of saying that, if you don t know any thing more. What did he create 

 us for ? what is he going to make of us ? what s the will he put into 

 my body going to do for him ? what did he want to make me so for, 

 and you a different way, and a hog in another way for ? My will is 

 independent of his ; I know nothing about his will, and I have nothing 

 to do with him. I can talk to you, and you talk back, and I can see 

 you, and I know you ; but him, supposing there is such a being, I know 

 nothing about, and what s the use, like a fool, of talking of him by 

 name as if I did ?&quot; 



&quot; My dear fellow, how do I know there s such a place as Liverpool ? 

 I never have seen it any more than I have God. From the evidence of 

 my senses I know nothing of it ; and yet I am fool enough (if you 

 please to call me so) to come aboard this ship with provisions for sixty 

 days, calculating that in that time I shall be carried to an imaginary 

 something which I talk about by the name of Liverpool.&quot; 



&quot; I reckon you will in twenty if this wind holds.&quot; 



&quot; I think it likely, but what do I know about it ? actually nothing, 

 except that you and others tell me you have been there, and that the 

 ship will go there, and I have faith enough in your word, and the 

 promises of the captain, to put out here where I have never been before, 

 and don t know from any thing I can see, any more than a fool, where 

 or what it is I am being taken to. Now, though I never saw this being 

 with the creating will, which we will call God, I can tell you something 

 more about him, not that I actually know, only I have heard &quot; 



&quot;Heard! heard! how?&quot; 



&quot; Why, people tell me and I ve read, just as I have read travellers 

 accounts of Liverpool, that there was a man once that professed to know 

 all about it, in fact, that he made it all himself &quot; 



&quot; Made it himself, a man ! I thought we agreed to call the maker of 

 it, God.&quot; 



&quot; Very well ; out of this form of a man, for so it is described, there 

 expressed itself a mind, declaring itself to be the same mind that made 

 the world ; and that it had entered that form that it might tell us in the 

 language, not only of the lips and tongue and breath, but in all the 

 language of all the members in all the actions of a man, what he 





