"Hobbits... Thinking of food all the time" he said and shook his head. "Come, I'll show you a nice INN with good food" he said and started to walk down the road that led throught the marketplace and then to the more INN-dominant area of Rivendell, where elves of all kinds were running shops and resting places
"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