"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)
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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