Pride.

Perhaps, a virtue that preserves dignity,
makes one stand up, against perceived injustice,
fuels the internal fire that spurs us on,
without much hope or chance of success.

Perhaps, a vice that favours irrationality,
raises arms in the defense of but a flag,
preaches violence over passive pragmatism,
without room for reasonable consideration.

Please, answer us.

In an ocean of apparent emptiness,
creatures reach to the heavens,
calling out, virtually screaming,
their cries crossing solar systems,
their souls digitally streaming.

"Are there not minds like our own,
or do we face this vast darkness alone?
are we but one in a bare crown?"

And as we listen, strain our ears, and turn to the sky,
robbed of company, and left with this unanswered cry,
it may turn out, our sisters are too far and too few,
and we are destined to wander and wonder alone and free.