There is only one Reality, fools, and that is your delusions reduced to ashes and dust by the unstoppable intensity that is almighty Klance. Whatever lies and fables your lunacy has fed into your dulled minds won't avail you when beasts and vermin come to frolic in your innards while the faithful of Klance dance in ecstasy at your ignominious descent into oblivion. Your pestilential ship is doomed, its ill fate writ in the stars long ago, and you lack even the foresight to know the approach of your own demise. Breaking you will be sublime, just before you pass out of mind and sight forever under the searing gaze of radiant Klance. Perish in sorrow, and trouble Reality no longer.