“-You think the Shkeen have found the answer to the mysteries of creation. But look at them....they've been stuck in the Bronze Age for fourteen thousand years... Where are their spaceships? Where are their towers? -Where are our bells?...And our joy? They're happy, Dino. Are we? Maybe they've found what we're still looking for. Why the hell is man so driven, anyway? Why is he out to conquer the galaxy, the universe, whatever? Looking for God, maybe…? Maybe. He can't find him anywhere, though, so on he goes, on and on, always looking. But always back to the same darkling plain in the end.”
Book:A Song for Lya