The Dot Songtext / Lyric

We are alone on this stage in a vast cosmic arena

Think of all the rivers of blood spilled by the generals and emperors

So that in glory and triumph they could become momentary masters of a dot

Think of the endless men fighting and dying for a God they're not sure exists

War and famine at what price?

We tell ourselves what we're doing is right

But we're so fucking wrong

How frequent our misunderstandings

How eager we are to kill

Look back at the pale blue dot

And try to convince yourself God created the universe for a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam