The heavens consist of celestial bodies. Sparkling like a multitude of diamonds In a myriad of hues. The purity of life Within each point of light Is truly amazing. Our mere existence is relatively miniscule In comparison to the significance Of the vast Universe. The bounds of time and space Are exponentially infinte And encompass everything. We have little understanding Of the galaxy's meaning. And even less about our own souls. Why then do we have the sense To have what we call "Power"? As true power is the creation of life Not its destruction...