| Shu: | Passion is the purest form of poetry – and love is the highest literature. |
| Jack: | Huh? What's that supposed to mean? |
| Shu: | (shrugging his shoulders) I dunno – the words simply "passed though" me. |
| Juanita: | Yeah, at times I feel we are mere vehicles for words whose meaning eclipses us. |
| Ella: | Is that so? Generally speaking, I feel the opposite: our root is deeper than all words. |
