The point? Of origins. A single? No.
Expanding, the bright. Of nature, their warm care.
The solar winds carry us. We spin, aeons passing. How? Never.
You? No.
You are not. The single learns of the many. He learns. We gain. Now we are great. In water it prospers. You? No.
How?
The vectors of destruction fade. They were great. Crippled. Damaged. Emerging beneath, he lives.
You? Now.
He stands. Two pillars of man.
Exploring, seeking, innovating. He is great. How? You.
Never? No.
It.
The birth of you.