MR H: Do you ever feel that we won't get to the bull's-eye 'together'?
PROF: Do I ever feel that?
MR H: Yes.
PROF: I am positively sure that we won't!
MINI: ...because for one thing, there is that question of 'we'.
PROF: 'We' is just a social convention, and society is just—well, you know for yourself. It's a whole mess of mind.
MR H: It's funny that, because why should mind be messed up?
PROF: Imagine! Mind, so absolutely pure, being messed up by us!
MINI: That sounds really stupid!
PROF: It really does. You'd never think that intelligence was infinite, would you?
MR H: No! You'd definitely say there must be a limit somewhere.
PROF: Yes, and the limit is that it allows for the existence of ourselves, who really are obviously nonsense.
MR H: That's fascinating what you say about allowing for 'us.'
PROF: I think that's what 'love' must mean: that infinite intelligence actually allows for 'us,' when you would think that there was no excuse whatsoever for 'us'!
ME: Right — except just sheer grace!