Linda: Attention Space Station N16: transmitting love signals from the center of the cosmos.
Ron: There is no space station there: just a drop of shining goo.
Lex: There is no goo either: just the play of imagination.
Lis: √Čvidemment, different people see different things, no? I see a split-second of time against the backdrop of eternity.
Lex: Who knows? How useful are any of our explanations?
Transience - an art work by T Newfields