And I have born witness to things in space, viewed from our own hands, that reveals the grandness of our universe, and the smallness of our home. And I have seen great and terrible things - the destruction of the very stars, once worshiped as gods, and now seen to be great holocausts of nuclear fire, roses of flame and life and death. And I have witnessed them tear themselves apart under laws far older than man, born before man could dream of the great juju of the mountain and mighty tiamat and the wrath of Chronos, and seen it for the beauty which it is - the birth of wonder that makes the wrath of all the gods of man seem petty and paltry and nothing more than the petulant screeching of children.

For when their followers claim we are born of dust, I say no, we are born of the stars - it was not a man who lay his life down that we live, it was the stars themselves dying, that we may draw breath and never know them, but ever live as their children.


(No offense meant, if you have faith.)