Even once we're gone, the rest live on. And even once they're gone, the rest live on. And even once THEY'RE gone, the rest live on. It's true of men, and it's true of stars. And even once the universe itself fades away, there'll still remain whatever God or grand primordial soup it all sprang from. Something that happens once, can probably happen again. And again and again and again. There's no guarantee that existence itself will persist beyond the end of the universe, but the idea that time as we know it doesn't exist in whatever place birthed it all, gives me high hopes that something will always endure.