It brings sadness to know that there are those so caught up in the minute, contrived mundanities that we've created that they cannot even appreciate it. Those who would "squander the ability to spend tonight in heaven, conscious of our fleeting time here." We could be so much more than what we've limited ourselves to. I used to dread the feeling of smallness, of insignificance when comparing ourselves to the immense, seemingly timeless universe out there. But we truly are something special. Life among so many dead worlds.
"We're still flying."
"That's not much."