Yahui:	Grains within grains within grains. Where does it all end?
Carla:	When your mind stops, there are no clocks. Without clocks, what is time?
Yahui:	(nodding) Yes – at that point the "end" and "beginning" are one.
Reed:	. . . must be a character inside some weird comic book. (shaking his head) This conversation can't be real!