We began as wanderers, and we are wanderers still.
The cosmos is all there is, all there ever was, and all there ever will be.
To live in the hearts of others is to never die in those we leave behind.
In the vastness of space and the immensity of time, it is my joy to share a planet and an epoch with Annie.
If we are merely matter intricately assembled, is this really demeaning? If there's nothing here but atoms, does that make us less or does that make matter more?
In the deepest sense the search for extraterrestrial intelligence is a search for ourselves.