Someday, long from now, when we've finally left this terrible, charred planet, and the contours of the galaxy have been traced.
When the light of our sun becomes the faintest glisten.
Sinking deeper and deeper into the wet soil of the void.
The very fabric of time, trounced and redefined by our very hands...
When we've evolved into the celestial plane; nexus of human and star...
...this will be the moment we remember; where the ascent of mankind began.
Gwyneth caught in a wind gust outside JFK Airport, carrying a Celine bag the size of a Geo Prizm.
Thank you, Gwyneth. Thank you.