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Eternity Jones: Miss Millennium, I heard what you said to miss Winterborn, about mortality and life, and about how nothing any of us mortals do matters.
Millennium: People normally start conversations with âhelloâ, or by introducing themselves.
Eternity Jones: Anyway, you said our experience of reality is subjective, but subjective and objective are just concepts made up by stuffy old philosophers. If they say that lima beans are good but I say that lima beans are worse than eating rocks, then who is to say which of us speaks truth.
Millennium: What kind of rocks are we talking about? Because granite is overly grainy and donât get me started on the silica content of the feldspars.
Eternity Jones: We both know that nothing that ends matters. I will, inevitably, die. This does not bother me. Because death does not end me. I am not native to this sphere of existence, I am a sojourner and stranger wandering in a cloud of flesh for a time. How fitting that you, immortal, have named yourself Millennium, after a span of time that ends, while I, mortal, have named myself Eternity, after a span of time that does not. I was before I breathed my first breath, and will be after I breathe my last. A few decades, I suppose, in between. Eyeblinks to you. But I do not fear death, for I cannot truly be destroyed. You, on the other hand⊠what would happen if something were to truly destroy you? Is there an Elysium or a Gehenna awaiting you? I think not. This is your home, this reality. I donât know, maybe you remember before mortals first showed up here. At least we are polite enough not to overstay our welcome.
Millennium: So, I suppose it did rend your capacity for rational thought to shreds.
Eternity Jones: Rational thought is a passing fad. One doesnât need a mind so long as one manages not to become heartless.
Millennium: You are the creepiest twelve year old I have ever met.
Eternity Jones: Iâm not twelve! I am older than the stars!
