"Well, I prefer the western leaf. Much better texture to be smoked" he said to Ever and then fell silent, just watching ahead of him. The mountains were already in sight and somewhere below them was Rivendell, the city of Elrond the half-even and where now a group of dunedain were staying to rest
"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