The Universe speaks in many languages, but only one voice. The language is not Amarr, or Caldari, or Gallente, or Minmatar. It speaks in the language of hope; It speaks in the language of trust; It speaks in the language of strength, and the language of compassion.

It is the language of the heart and the language of the soul. But always, it is the same voice.

It is the voice of our ancestors, speaking through us, And the voice of our inheritors, waiting to be born.

It is the small, still voice that says: We are one. No matter the blood; No matter the skin; No matter the world; No matter the star; We are one.

No matter the pain; No matter the darkness; No matter the loss; No matter the fear; We are one.

Here, gathered together in common cause. we agree to recognise this singular truth, and this singular rule: That we must be kind to one another, because each voice enriches us and ennobles us, and each voice lost diminishes us. We are the voice of the Universe, the soul of creation, the fire that will light the way to a better future.

We are one.