Keep your catastrophes closed, This rotating orb is far from its last lap. With stones and sticks, clothed in skins We survived the extinction of countless species. There is no indication, no dark premonition That can reverse reality.
Earth was dust, it is now water, And it is iron and nitrogen, Phosphorus and hydrogen, And it is us, even we bend to her order.
We were molded from the elements, Latent electricity and infinite energy. We were not crafted to be an index fossil, Eliminated by polar shift, or apocalyptic storms.