“You, yourself, are made up of information,” he whispered back, “and you’re alive.”
“My body is alive.”
“Your body is made of information.”
Marla shook her head. “I don’t get it.” She strained her eyes, searching in both direction. “It looks clear,” she finally whispered.
They quickly walked across the red brick paved street, over the tracks and under the electric wire. “Do you believe in a God?” he asked.
“Yes, and yes you told me three times now that God’s thoughts are all around us.” She pointed. “Even in the trash.”
“Thoughts are made of information, right? God’s thoughts manifest themselves as information all around us. Therefore, don’t you think they would be living information?”
“True or false,” Marla said. “Theology is not one of my strong points.”
Do you believe that information itself can be alive?