We are stardust. Billion year old carbon. We are golden.
We are beings of the Universe. Composed of elements forged in the massive furnaces of a billion stars. For uncounted aeons we drifted through the black void of space until finding a home on Earth.
And what if we are all there is? What if in all the havoc and energy of the Cosmos, amongst galaxies that number like grains of sand on a beach, we are alone? All the life there is to be found?
What then is our responsibility, our humble obligation, to the stars that gave us birth? Do we not take to our ancient homes, explore and populate the Universe, and bring life to where none exists?
The Universe awaits. Humanity stumbles along pursuing the small and the insignificant. And the Universe awaits.