However we’ve arrived here—here we are,
Composed of matter from a distant star,
Assembled by some universal laws
To wonder, of ourselves and all, our cause.
How did we come about, and for what reason,
And why are we so full of flaws and treason,
Unfaithful to ourselves and cruel to others,
Though knowing in our souls we are all brothers?
Is Being but a hapless accident
Or made with some mysterious intent
We’re charged to comprehend and realize
In theories that our heads and hearts devise?
I say we’re here, invested as we are
With love, to be the Kosmos’ Superstar.