Grains of Sand - an art work by T Newfields
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!