There is no god. We are the creation of infinite unions. We are the consciousness to matter and together keep it going. Those of us present, in this time, at this space, are locked. We can war and destroy our fabric or like a wave move with course. Our wills must be in the now and we responsible for our care. The longevity of the human race can end at us. We must be careful to survive the species and hope long enough to meet with the other species of the universe. They are out there, countless beings whom may be stuck singularly star-blinded ignorant of the infinity of light which surrounds or matured to the point where their planetary peace and strive to explore has sent them into the dark and infinitely filled cosmos. Will we be extinct by our hands or meet our brethren? Maybe it will be we whom knocks on doors or seed ourselves in the infinite galaxies, but only when we have changed from mindless knee benders to thinking beings remaining upright.