Transience - an art work by T Newfields

Linda: Attention Space Station N16: transmitting love signals from the center of the cosmos.
Ron: There is no space station – just a drop of shining goo.
Lex: There is no goo either – just the play of imagination.
Lis: √Čvidemment, les gens voient des choses diff√©rentes, no? I see a split-second of time against the backdrop of eternity.
Lex: Who knows? How useful are our explanations?
Linda: (winking) . . . Ah, that is the meaning of transience.