Exist

Our truth is painted across the sky
In our reflection, we learn to fly
No hand to hold us
No one to save us from tomorrow

Sailing away, beyond the reach of anyone
Far beyond the dreams of everyone
No light to follow
A shot in the dark
Does anybody know?
Sailing away, beyond the reach of anyone
Far beyond the dreams of everyone
High from the heavens
I can't see the pain
Does anybody care?

Think for a moment of all the lives
Stripped of their essence before their time
We stand to conquer
But is there nothing left tomorrow?

I'm sailing away, beyond the reach of anyone
Far beyond the dreams of everyone
There's no light to follow
A shot in the dark
Does anybody know?
Sailing away, beyond the reach of anyone
Far beyond the dreams of everyone
High from the heavens
I can't see the pain
Does anybody care?

[Neil de
Grasse Tyson:]
We have one collective hope: The Earth.
And yet uncounted people remain hopeless.
Famine and calamity abound.
Sufferers hurl themselves into the arms of war.
People kill and get killed
In the name of someone else's concept of God.
Dare we admit that our thoughts and behaviors
Spring from a belief that the world revolves around us?
Each fabricated conflict, self murdering bomb, vanished airplane,
Every fictionalized dictator, biased partisan and wayward son
Part the curtains of society's racial, ethnic, religious,
National and cultural conflicts,
And you find the human ego turning the knobs and pulling the levers.
When I track the orbits of asteroids, comets, and planets,
Each one a pirouetting dancer in a cosmic ballet,
choreographed by the forces of gravity,
I see beyond the plight of humans.
I see a universe ever expanding
With its galaxies embedded within the ever-stretching,
four-dimensional fabric of space and time.
However big our world is — in our hearts, our minds,
in our out-sized atlases?
The universe is even bigger.
There are more stars in the universe
than grains of sand on the world's beaches.
More stars in the universe than seconds of time
that have passed since Earth formed.
More stars than words and sounds ever uttered by all humans
who have ever lived.
The day we cease exploration of the cosmos is the day
we threaten the continuance of our species.
In that bleak world, arms-bearing,
resource-hungry people and nations
Would be prone to act on their low contracted prejudices,
And would have seen the last gasp of human enlightenment —
Until the rise of a visionary new culture once again embraces
the cosmic perspective;
A perspective in which we are one, fitting neither above,
nor below, but within.