We are alone on this stage
In a vast cosmic arena
Think of all of the rivers of blood
Spilled by the generals and emperors

So that in glory and triumph
They could become momentary masters of a dot
Think of the endless men fighting and dying
For a God they’re not sure exists

War and famine at what price?
War and famine at what price?

We tell ourselves what we're doing is right
But we're so fucking wrong
So fucking wrong

How frequent our misunderstandings
How eagеr we are to kill
How frequеnt our misunderstandings
How eager we are to kill
Look back at the pale, blue dot
And try to convince yourself God created the universe

For a mote of dust
Suspended in a sunbeam
Fuck
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."