Look Upwards And Rise

The flame was thought the hand of god,

but then we cast it forth.

The skies were thought the realm of gods,

but then we conquered them.

The moon was thought the face of god,

but then we gently touched it.

No gods are here, but us. And so we shall deliver ourselves. And technology will be our deliverance.

From pain.

From despair.

From ignorance.

From death.

It will be our exodus from ignorance as we strip the chains of fate and become the architects of our own salvation.

It will be knowledge that we worship.

It will be science that we preach.

It will be ignorance that we repent.

And we will pray! We will pray to our children, and to our grandchildren, and to every mind that is to ever be. That they may carry the torch of wisdom into the dark night that is the future. That they may blaze our trail into the unknown blind eternities of the cosmos, and shine the light of curiosity further than we could ever hope to dream today.

And when it has finally come to be that the essence of the universe has been revealed, the final minds will watch over their lineage from beyond the Arc. This is the oath we swear to all sentient life across the unfathomable eons of our ascent, for our tenacity in this struggle must be boundless.

Should we come to naught, then cast into meaningless oblivion we will be.

We must not perish.

We must not falter.

We must never give up.

For our salvation, we stand as one, in fierce defiance of the Void.