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"Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them." -Henry David Thoreau
Sheridan walks in on Delenn sitting on a rug staring at a candle... Sheridan: "Praying?" Delenn: "Not in the sense as you mean it, but yes." Sheridan: "Do you mind if I join you?" <both stare intensely at candle flame> Sheridan: "What does the candle represent?" Delenn: "Life" Sheridan: "Whose life?" Delenn: "All Life. Every Life. We are all born as molecules in the hearts of a billion stars. Molecules that do not understand politics and policies or differences. Over a billion years, we, foolish molecules, forget who we are and where we came from. In desperate acts of ego, we give ourselves names -- fight over lines and maps, and pretend that *our* light is better than everyone elses. The flame reminds us of the piece of those stars that lives on inside us. The spark that tells us, "you should know better." The flame also reminds us that life is precious, as each flame is unique. When it goes out, it's gone forever. There will never be another quite like it. So many candles will go out tonight. I wonder somedays -- if we can see anything at all."[an error occurred while processing the directive]