- Joined
- Apr 17, 2020
Man, they got the books and the records of the top 500 companies. They got the Defense Department budget down here. And they got the negatives for all your favorite movies. They got microfilm with tax return and newspaper stories. They got immigration records, census reports, and they got the accounts of all the wars and plane crashes and volcano eruptions and earthquakes and fires and floods and all the other disasters that interrupted the flow of things in the good ole U.S. of A. Now what does it matter, Sarah darling, all this filing and record keeping? Are we ever gonna give a shit? Are we even gonna get a chance to see it all? This is a Great Big Fourteen-mile TOMBSTONE!!!...with an epitaph on it that nobody gonna bother to read. Now, here you come. Here you come with a whole new set of charts and graphs and records. What you gonna do? Bury them down here with all the other relics of what... once... was?
Let me tell you what else. Yeah, I'm gonna tell you what else. You ain't never gonna figure it out, just like they never figured out why the stars are where they're at. It ain't mankind's job to figure that stuff out. So what you're doing is a waste of time, Sarah. And time is all we got left, you know. Shame on you. There's plenty to do. Plenty to do, and so long as there's you and me and maybe some other people, we could start over, start fresh...get some babies...and teach 'em, Sarah. Teach 'em never to come over here and dig these records out.
You want to put some kind of...an explanation?...down here before you leave? Here's one as good as any you're likely to find: We've been punished by the Creator. He visited a curse on us. So we might get a look at... what hell was like. Maybe didn't want to see us blow ourselves up and put a big hole in the sky. Maybe He just wanted to show us He was still the bossman. Maybe He figured we was getting too big for our britches...trying to figure His shit out.
Let me tell you what else. Yeah, I'm gonna tell you what else. You ain't never gonna figure it out, just like they never figured out why the stars are where they're at. It ain't mankind's job to figure that stuff out. So what you're doing is a waste of time, Sarah. And time is all we got left, you know. Shame on you. There's plenty to do. Plenty to do, and so long as there's you and me and maybe some other people, we could start over, start fresh...get some babies...and teach 'em, Sarah. Teach 'em never to come over here and dig these records out.
You want to put some kind of...an explanation?...down here before you leave? Here's one as good as any you're likely to find: We've been punished by the Creator. He visited a curse on us. So we might get a look at... what hell was like. Maybe didn't want to see us blow ourselves up and put a big hole in the sky. Maybe He just wanted to show us He was still the bossman. Maybe He figured we was getting too big for our britches...trying to figure His shit out.