We are all made of stars.
And when we finally destroy
This world that we have made,
You know, the one we could have saved,
Then we will explode in a cacophony of colours,
Genders, races, creeds and political opinions.
Our screams lost to the vast emptiness;
Floating into empty space, yet filling the
That have opened up between us.
And as we sail out into the cosmos,
We will join our hands together, united once more
As cosmic stardust that is free from cosmetic flaw. - Samuel Illingworth