moschicane:

john: but eternity, merle, eternity? you can’t possibly conceive the length of eternity, merle. i have. it’s maddening and hopeless, but it’s this burden we’re all saddled with from the moment of our creation. it’s a finish line that, by its definition, will never arrive. it stretches forever and ever, it’s too ambivalent to even taunt those trapped behind it. it is the cruel price of existence, merle, and it is too horrible to bear once you’ve seen it. existence, merle, life is horrible. to exist, to live, is horrible.

merle: ok boomer