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Conceived of Shakespeare
So we can never possibly imagine our destiny
Look, if you take the whole of time represented by one year
We're only in the first few moments of the 1st of January
There's a long way to go
And no, we're not going to sprout extra limbs and wings and things
Because evolution itself is evolving
When it comes, the Apocalypse itself,
will be a part of the process of that leap of evolution
By the very definition of apocalypse
Mankind must cease to exist, at least in a material form
We'll have evolved into something that transcends matter
Into a species of pure thought, are you with me?
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