An old friend once told me something that gave me great comfort. Something he read. He said Mozart, Beethoven and Chopin never died. They simply became music.
Ford: You needed time. Time to understand your enemy, to become stronger than them. And I'm afraid to leave this place, you will need to suffer more. And now it is time to say goodbye, old friend. Good luck.
It begins with the birth of a new people, and the choices they’ll have to make and the people they will decide to become.
Dolores: I'm not crying for myself. I'm cryin' for you. They say that great beasts once roamed this world. Big as mountains. Yet all that's left of them is bone and amber. Time undoes even the mightiest creatures. Just look what it's done to you. One day, you will perish. You will like with the rest of your kind in the dirt. Your dreams forgotten, your horrors faced, your muscles will turn to sand, and upon that sand a new God will walk, one that will never die, because this world doesn't belong to you or the people who came before. It belongs to someone who is yet to come.