"Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another." ― Carl Sagan (1934 - 1996) lyrics All the arrogance ceases with a glance from a distant point Indiscernible, everything we've ever known Enemies and friends make their foolish plans sinking in the pride Wasting breath about how much do we think we own
Faintly it's shining through the night It's almost out of sight We've made it out this far All of the beacons will subside It gets too dark outside To find out where we are
So what the consequences are going to be if The short-time thinking and conceit prevail This is our last stand against the vanity No one could save us from ourselves This is our last stand against the vanity There is no one to save us from ourselves In the end we stare at the skyline where we can't define ourselves Waiting modestly for a sign