O gold-and-silver ship, Godspeed into the darkness—for what. [fact]
O gold-and-silver ship, Godspeed into the darkness—for what are you but a last, fragile diary? Are you not the planet’s very own, forever whispering into the cosmos what all those other diaries shall forever whisper from their cupboards?
Thomas Mallon, A Book of One's Own, loc. 847