[Falling is subjective here, Bill continues to slowly slip lower in his seat; but at least it's a slow decline. He makes the sound of an audible shrug.]

"Hnn, hard to say. Humanity in general...?"

[It almost looks like he's nodding off. Bill's hat slips over his face and with his gesturing he looks like the world's laziest composer.]

"We think we're so important, but we're nothing but a blink of the eye in the grand scheme of things! We can't see the ultraviolet patterns on flowers, understand the motions of the stars, or hear th' thoughts of... colors."