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