Small-minded creature. Oh, the difference a century makes. You think of the universe, of the life within it, as such a structured, dull thing, I can't imagine why you've been so desperate to fritter away your lives in it at all.

Matter and energy. Magic. Gravity. Time. Life and death as you know it. They mean nothing to me. What is a Q? Would you ask the same of a Vulcan? No, of course not. You ask because you cannot comprehend, because I am a being beyond your comprehension. That is what a Q is.