Juanita:	Sooner or later, don't all words vanish into silence?
Ella:	Of course. The moths of time devour all fabrics.
Shu:	Perhaps we should think of words as seeds. Some sprout. Others never germinate. Eventually, however, all decays. . .
Juanita:	(raising her eyebrows) Why are we having this conversation?
Shu:	Because the best way to treasure a moment is to realize how short it actually is . . .