- I don't get it. These monks spend all week painstakingly arranging colored sand to fit this blueprint and then - whoosh - just sweep it away. What's the point?
- That is the point. Everything's transitory. Everything ends.
- That's... very sad.
- Even that feeling - that'll pass too.
- Okay, now you're just piling on it.
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