I want you to grasp the gravity of your situation
You are lost
You have no idea where or even what you are
You do not know from where you came or where your ship is heading
The stone upon which you sit is careening through an inhospitable vacuum
Under the blue you are entombed wandering circles in your carriage of meat and bone
Looking for truth in a world with no absolutes
Except the certainty of your death
No one knows how familiar is your last breath
But child where you were before birth is no different.