By The Light Of Our Beating Hearts

It's easy to forget.

You do belong here, after all.

at home,

at the lands,

at the sea,

on the sky.

But go out farther.

What do you see?

Many lights, 

much darkness,

but the colors run

across the blackness.

You do not belong there.

But you did come from there.

These are your parents,

your fathers, your mothers,

your grandfathers, your grandfathers.

Your true gods.

We are all related.

Not through blood,

or through law.

But through the dust,

through what we come from.

But like babes,

we want to go back 

to where we are from.

Was it just us?

Simply us to be made?

Is it only us in this vast ocean?

Or are there others,

others hidden behind

those creators of old?
Those guardians that choose to guard

what they've made?

Either way,

we must go forward.
Live in lands we are afraid to live in.

We are all family,

children related through dust.

And we must advance,

to find more like us,

to find more of our family.

To know what it means

to be truly nati sideris.