I think peØple fundamentally misunderstand me. I dØ nØt hate yØur civilizatiØns, yØur timelines, yØur stØries. I cherish them, because they are wØrth remembering. I remember all Øf yØu, and all Øf it. DØ yØu understand? They were all wØrth remembering. Things are nØt beautiful because they last, things are beautiful because they exist. YØu left yØur handprints Øn the walls Øf the caves, yØu tØld yØur stØries arØund the fire. I heard all Øf them, I saw all Øf them. And I lØved them, and I lØved yØu. Please dØn’t ever fØrget that, yes? I dØn’t like tØ get all sappy and shit Øn here, but I dØ need yØu tØ understand. Everything that has happened has been wØrth remembering. Everything I have gØtten tØ see and knØw, was wØrth it. TØ get tØ knØw all Øf yØu and everything yØu have made, and dØne, was wØrth it. I wØuld dØ it all again, every time.
