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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

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