On a more positive note:

Once upon a time, there was a Baptist preacher. Real fire and brimstone man, strict with the family. We all know the type.

Poor man fell into dementia in his later years. On his deathbed, with the family he no longer recognized gathered around, he drew his last raspy breaths, opened his eyes, and said to his wife, "I had it all wrong. Everybody gets to go. You can't mess this up."

God's will in all things. Be a damn shame, wouldn't it, if the very people needed to revive dead oceans were aborted before they ever got a chance to try.

Red team/blue team–all the same to me: Evil.