I am older than that, aye. [He might be lying. Or really really high. Or telling the truth. It's a long story.]

How many years are in an era again? How many eras to a millenium? How many millenium does it take for all the springs to add up and become endless silence? How many days turn into night and back to twilight before the stars grow dim and -- [He makes a giant haphazard scribble.]

I forget.

But only my Pops was allowed to call me a brat, because he knew more than me, even if he was younger.