Even in my bravest moment, I am a coward.

Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world.

Everything you see, you might be seeing for the last time.

It’s not about keeping up the population, it’s about passing on who we are and what we've learned, so things keep going. So we don’t just end.

Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?

One mistake, one brief lapse of my new found judgement-that's all it took to unravel everything. What a massive responsibility, being a moral creature.

We are where we are, however we got here. What matters is where we go next.