So coarse is the world that we're going back and forth and back and forth, grinding our bodies into dust. Our shoes are milled to the soles, and our souls are skin and bones -- woah! Such remarkable woe!

But keep your chin up: the water will boil; the comet will come for us all; make amends with anything you've ever loved and open your arms to the swarm!

We have salted the Earth: raid Hell, raid Hell!!