NEILSEPH: It seems like the end of the world is coming… when there is blood-stained redness dripping down from the door. It's an omen to the shift, between the nexus of happiness and sadness, and into everlasting mediocrity.

PANOPOLY: Did you have a bad day? Do you see bad omens all around you, or inside of you?

NEILSEPH: I see bad omens inside of you, for they have possessed you to question my motives, rather than to act upon them, for both you and I know that this reckoning with the End is of the most immutable and perfect nature; it is INEVITABLE.

PANOPOLY: By the grace of Clyde, let it be a false sign. Please allow us the opportunity to go forth in riding the roller coaster of emotions down into the sink of the end of our own selves, rather than existence itself. Let us exist for the sake of rejecting existence.

NEILSEPH: You have damned yourself by rejecting existence, because the perils that exist are your own constructions. There is no mediocrity beyond your own fashion, the world that exists within the Self, which is a mere reflection of that which surrounds us, encapsulates and imprisons our spirits.

RICARDO: This conversation is pointless, for while you have been arguing about the nature of what unfolds before your own eyes, I have been amassing spears. Pick up your spear and begin to confront the face of Death.

NEILSEPH: Death is not a physical thing. Of course, it manifests itself through physicalities, but the embodiment of Death consists purely of the negative half of the Self. We are talking about the poles of existence. Death inhabits the fine line between right and wrong.

RICARDO: It is possible to evade Death by looking away from his eyes, and his mouth, although, if you are not careful then you just as well might find yourself kissed by the lips of Death.

PANOPOLY: There is more sea than land but there is in fact more earth than sea.

NEILSEPH: Let us disregard the material and immaterial, for these things will collide into being in short notice. What is Humanity?

PANOPOLY: Humanity is the act of conducting oneself in accordance with his virtues. Humanity is standing alone before all that he has left to this earth, standing naked in front of life itself. There's a time when every man will be forced to reckon with himself and the struggle therein.

NEILSEPH: We shall never live in our bodies to see the result of our virtues.

PANOPOLY: This is what breaks my heart. Though I never shall see it, still I play my part. In the death of mere humans, life shall start.

NEILSEPH: Though this is what it means to be a man, for every man shall die in himself. We will die like mere mortals; we will fall like every other ruler.