Everything disappears. Love. Trees, rocks, steel, plastic. Human beings. None of us get out alive. Now, you can huddle in a group and face it one day at a time. Or you can be grateful that when your body rubs against somebody else's, it explodes with enough pleasure to make you forget, even for a minute, that you're only a walking pile of ashes. Now, that is the truth. If you're strong, it'll make you free. But if you're weak, it'll make you...you.