When they asked her who is God. "God is a line that opens", replied the blessed Juana. She was just 14 years old and no one understood what it was she was trying to say. And then, all the children asked the dying blessed Juana dozens of questions: Are we dead or are we alive? Are we tired or are we vigorous? Are we healthy or are we sick? Are we good or are we bad? Do we still have time or has it run out? Are we going or are we old? Are we clean or are we dirty? Are we fools or are we smart? Are we true or are we false? Are we rich or are we poor? Are we Kong's or are we servants? Are we good or are we beautiful? Are we warm or are we cold? Are we happy or are we blind? Are we disappointed or are we joyful? Are we lost or are we found? Are we men or are we women? "It doesn't matter", replied the blessed Juana as she may dying at the age of just eighteen. And she added, on the verge of death, with tears in her eyes, "God does not allow himself to be seen. God does not shout. God does not whisper. God does not write. God does not hear. God does not chat. God does not comfort us." And all the children asked her, " Who is God?" And Juana replied, "God smiles." And only then did everyone understand.
And now, I beg all of you, smile.
One day, I will die. And I will finally be able to embrace you all. One by one. I have faith that I will.
From "The Young Pope" Season 1, Episode 10
What is more beautiful, my love? Love lost or love found? Don't laugh at me, my love. I know it, I am awkward and naive, when it comes to love, and I ask questions straight out of a pop song. This doubt overwhelms me and undermines me, my love. To find, or to lose? All around me, people don't stop yearning. Did they lose or did they find? I can't say. An orphan has no way of knowing. An orphan lacks a first love, the love for his mama and papa. That is the source of his awkwardness, his naiveté. You said to me, on the deserted beach of California, "You can touch my legs.", but I didn't do it. There my love, is love lost. That is why I have never stopped wondering, since that day: where have you been? And where you are now? And you, shining gleam of my misspent youth, did you lose or did you find? I don't know. And I will never know. I cannot even remember your name, my love. And I don't have the answer. But this is how I like to imagine it, the answer. In the end, my love, we have no choice. We have to find.
From "The Young Pope" Season 1, Episode 9