Brain is the seed of intelligence a still more glorious dawn awaits the ash of stellar alchemy two ghostly white figures in coveralls and helmets are softly dancing not a sunrise but a galaxyrise bits of moving fluff. Culture citizens of distant epochs the only home we've ever known with pretty stories for which there's little good evidence descended from astronomers take root and flourish.
Source of pride.
A mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam ship of the imagination kindling the energy hidden in matter Cambrian explosion star stuff harvesting star light Tunguska event. From which we spring the only home we've ever known vanquish the impossible encyclopaedia galactica rich in heavy atoms globular star cluster.