The Fountain

Lord of Xibalba: Death is the road to awe. Grand Inquisitor Silecio: Our bodies are prisons for our souls. Our skin and blood, the iron bars of confinement. But, fear not. All flesh decays. Death turns all to ash. And thus, death frees every soul.

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Tom: I don't know! I'm trying! I don't know how!. Izzi: You do, you will. Tom: [smiling] I'm going to die.

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Izzi: This is an actual Mayan book. It explains the Creation myth. You see that's first father. He's the very first human. Tom Creo: Hum. Is he dead? Izzi: He sacrificed himself to make the world. Izzi: That's the tree of life bursting out of his stomach. Tom Creo: Hey come. Izzi: Listen. His body became the trees' roots. They spread and formed the earth. His soul became the branches rising up forming the sky. All the remained is first father's head. His children hung in in the heavens creating Xibalba. Tom Creo: Xibalba. The star, eh, Tom Creo: nebula Izzi: So what do you think? Tom Creo: About? Izzi: That idea. Death as an act of creation. Tom Creo: [looks away, withdrawing] I'll pull out the car and meet you out front.

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Tom Creo: There's been progress at work... Izzi: [laughs] My conquistador! Always conquering.

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Tom: I finished it. Izzi: Is everything alright? Tom: Yes. Tom: Everything's alright.

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Grand Inquisitor Silecio: Yet another slice of her nation is mine. Soon she will be powerless against me. Queen of nothing but her sins. Servant: What will you do with her? Grand Inquisitor Silecio: She, too, will confess. And, then, she too will die.

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