Void of course, pt. 1.

"Evolution isn't over, man isn't the be all and fucking end all. Look, if you take the whole of time, represented by one year, we're only in the first few moments on the first of January, there's a long way to go. Only now, we're not going to sprout extra limbs and wings and fins, because evolution itself is evolving. Whereas you, through some process of extra-sensory recall, might imagine [?] as some, I don't know, some 17th century little Dutch girl living in a windmill in old Amsterdam, one day you'll realize you had not just one or two past or future existences, but be aware of everything that has ever been or will ever be!"
"Hang on a minute, you just contradicted yourself."
"Oh, and how'd you make that out?"
"Downstairs, you were predicting the end of the world, now you're predicting the future. How do you explain that now?"
"When it comes, the apocalypse itself will become part of the process of that leap of evolution."
"Hmm. Well, whatever happens, mankind will not cease to exist."
"It must. By the very definition of apocalypse, mankind must cease to exist, at least in a material form."
"What do you mean by that, material form?"
"Well it'll evolve."
"What into?"
"Into something that transcends matter. Into a species of pure thought, are you with me?"
"Yeah. Like a ghost."
"No, not like a fucking ghost, you big girls' blouse, into something that's like well beyond our comprehension, into a universal consciousness, into God, who is, by the same principle that time is."
"You don't believe in God."
"Course I believe in God. There was this little dot, right? And the dot went [boom], and the bang expanded, energy formed into matter, matter cooled, matter lived, the amoeba to fish, to fish to fowl, to fowl to frog, to frog to mammal, the mammal to monkey, to monkey to man, amo amas amat, quid pro quo, memento mori, ad infinitum, sprinkle on a little bit of grated cheese and leave under the grill till Doomsday."