Ron: (making a sudden, abrasive burp after listening to the poem) This kind of transcendental drivel has been expressed a thousand times already. Why keep raking through the same cold ashes?Lex: (lingering over a slow sip of herbal tea) Some truths are like prayer bells: they do not exist to be heard once, but to be struck repeatedly so their resonance enters our awareness.Ron: (with practiced sarcasm) People have to discover “truth” on their own. What we call "truth" is merely a mental construct. Without the a firm scaffolding based on experience, understanding remains on flimsy ground. Isn't that why most preachers are ineffectual? In time, perhaps truth will reveal itself. Yet isn't the notion "we have the truth" itself a enigmatic notion?Linda: (shrugging lightly, eyes still on the image) Who knows? Time strips away all constructs. Maybe that is the only truth? Eventually, everything completely disappears . . .Lis: (with an ironic laugh) That makes this entire conversation inconsequential.