We stay to ourselves mostly.



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To sail the coldest seas between the distant stars; tiny islands of fire scattered astoundingly wide in the icy void. To find something in vast nothingness. To boldly go where others may or may not have gone before but whatever.


Take my love.
Take my land.
Take me where I cannot stand.
I don't care,
I'm still free.
You can't take the sky from me.

Take me out to the black.
Tell 'em I ain't comin' back.
Burn the land
And boil the sea.
You can't take the sky from me.

Have no place I can be
Since I found Serenity.
But you can't take the sky from me.

- Firefly



Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Eden
And danced the stars on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve impulsed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split nebulae,
High in the empty silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the solar wind along, and flung
My eager craft through endless halls of icy ink....
Through the long, delirious, burning black
I’ve topped the particle wind-swept warpgates with easy grace.
Where never Spacelark, or even Jove flew —
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my scan, and seen the work of God.

- 'Space flight' by a distant descendant of
John Gillespie Magee