We've left the moment. It's gone. We're somewhere else now, and that's okay. We've still go that other moment with us somewhere, deep in our memory, seeping into our DNA. And when our cells get scattered, whenever that happens, this moment will still exist in them. Those cells might be the building block of something new. A planet or a star or a sunflower, a baby. Maybe even a cockroach. Who knows? Whatever it is, it'll be a part of us, this thing right here and now, and we'll be a part of it. And if it's a cockroach? Well, that will be the happiest ****ing cockroach on the planet. I can tell you that.