After the Dark

Petra:
In my apocalypse, everybody's worth as much as everybody else. We live briefly, but we don't mind. And when it's time to die, we don't resist death. We summon it.

Mr. Zimit:
Do you know what apocalypse actually means?

Petra:
Tell me.

Mr. Zimit:
It's from the Greek apoc?lypsis, meaning to uncover what you couldn't see before... a way out of the dark.

Petra:
Your sweet talk still needs work.

Toby:
Junk the ancient rules of thought / by which our predecessors fought / Their clashing minds did throw a spark / that scorched the world and wreaked the dark / Let no science fix our path / if only numbers make its math / Our brains will run, we'll surely see, / on some sweeter philosophy / Until beneath a quiet sky / atop the rubble we will stand / and finally demystify / the message in fate's reprimand / Even an atomic blast / can't rub the future from the past / If with incinerated grace / we still become the human race.

Chips:
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.

Utami:
Lenten ys come with love to toune / with blosmen ant with briddes roune / that al this blisse bryngeth;/ Dayes-eyes in this dales / notes suete of nyhtegales / uch foul song singeth./ The threstelcoc him threteth oo / away is huere wynter wo / when woderove springeth;/ This foules singeth ferly fele / ant wlyteth on huere wynne wele / that al the wode ryngeth.

Chips:
I don't have a problem with an atomic holocaust.

Mr. Zimit:
That's the spirit.

We live. Briefly? Yes. Imperfectly? Of course. Stupidly? Sometimes. But we don’t mind, because that’s the way we’re made.