When the walls considered thier small place in the vast universe and realized that no matter how many bricks they were made of ultimately they were but tiny specks of dust whizzing around in circles on the rock they were made from and will soon return to and so they sighed, got drunk, and called thier ex.
When the walls considered thier small place in the vast universe and realized that no matter how many bricks they were made of ultimately they were but tiny specks of dust whizzing around in circles on the rock they were made from and will soon return to and so they sighed, got drunk, and called thier ex.
Ah. From the Bergman version. Classic.