Piecemeal

Huginn: There is a peace.

Muninn: And here is another, a fragment of the sky, of the moving immobility, of the music of the spheres.

H: No, I mean a peace, of the kind which passes almost all understanding.

M: If it is a peace of mind, I'm sure you would want to give it to someone. You're always wanting to give others a peace of your mind.

H: (confused) A piece of peace? A mind? What?

M: (recklessly) Well, I supposed if you planted hidden bombs all around your position, you would enjoy the peace of the mined.