A Glorious Dawn

I'm not very good at singing songs
 But here's, here's a try
 If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch
 You must first invent the universe
 Space is filled with a network of wormholes
 You might emerge somewhere else in space
 Some when-else in time
 The sky calls to us
 If we do not destroy ourselves
 We will one day venture to the stars
 A still more glorious dawn awaits
 Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise
 A morning filled with four hundred billion suns
 The rising of the milky way
 The Cosmos is full beyond measure of elegant truths
 Of exquisite interrelationships
 Of the awesome machinery of nature
 I believe our future depends powerfully
 On how well we understand this cosmos
 In which we float like a mote of dust in the morning sky
 But the brain does much more than just recollect
 It inter-compares, it synthesizes, it analyzes
 It generates abstractions
 The simplest thought like the concept of the number one
 Has an elaborate logical underpinning
 The brain has it's own language
 For testing the structure and consistency of the world
 A still more glorious dawn awaits
 Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise
 A morning filled with four hundred billion suns
 The rising of the milky way
 The sky calls to us
 If we do not destroy ourselves
 We will one day venture to the stars
 For thousands of years
 People have wondered about the universe
 Did it stretch out forever?
 Or was there a limit?
 From the big bang to black holes
 From dark matter to a possible big crunch
 Our image of the universe today
 Is full of strange sounding ideas
 How lucky we are to live in this time
 The first moment in human history
 When we are in fact visiting other worlds
 A still more glorious dawn awaits
 Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise
 A morning filled with four hundred billion suns
 The rising of the milky way
 A still more glorious dawn awaits
 Not a sunrise, but a galaxy rise
 A morning filled with four hundred billion suns
 The rising of the milky way
 The surface of the earth is the shore of the cosmic ocean
 Recently we've waded a little way out
 And the water seems inviting