on earth, they thought they were the center of the universe. over centuries, they learned the truth, that their home was but a blip in the galaxy. they wondered if they were alone, but did they really want to know the answer? they took all their planet offered, assuring their self-destruction. it was too late. they had to leave, setting course for stars that they could never live to see.
and now we are surrounded by black, the living memory of a planet we have never known. we have never climbed mountains, never sunk our toes into ocean-soaked sand, never heard birds sing in the forest. we live in suspense, knowing only the world inside this machine, dreaming of the worlds our children might conquer.
we still wonder if we are alone, watching the stars for any sign of life. even lost in space, we remember the stories of those who died before us, those who dared to chase the stars. we are fueled by their vision, their hope that we would live to see a new star, a new place for our feet.