'All the days before were false starts, rehearsals for the Eternal Day. What we called Time was just he tally of those false starts. Sun up, sun down. Tick, tick, tick. Past, present, future. Plod, plod, plod. And by sleeping, we'd get amnesia each say because we weren't ready for life. Put it all down to rehearsal, to no being ready. And now the rehearsal is over and we're awake and given this world to do something with.'