"Bullseye McDagger" he corrected and stood up, walked to the bar and picked his new beer. He gulped it down and turned to Ryan. "Why would you want to become a gunman. It brings nothing but trouble into your hands" he said, looking at him, his other hand drawing back the long coat, showing slightly a colt holstered on his belt
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan