The Open Road Still Softly Calls, Like

The Nitrogen In Our Dna, The Calcium In Our Teeth, The Iron In Our Blood, The Carbon In Our Apple Pies Were Made In The Interiors Of Collapsing Stars. We Are Made Of Starstuff.

We Go About Our Daily Lives Understanding Almost Nothing Of The World.

Humans Are Very Good At Dreaming, Although You'd Never Know It From Your Television.

Our Loyalties Are To The Species And The Planet. We Speak For Earth. Our Obligation To Survive Is Owed Not Just To Ourselves But Also To That Cosmos, Ancient And Vast, From Which We Spring.

For All Our Failings, Despite Our Limitations And Fallibilities, We Humans Are Capable Of Greatness.