As the alien deep beneath the surface of Z'ha'dum had said, it was simply seeking understanding, as was he. Who? What? Why?
He had found the beginning of the answers to those questions as they related to himself. But a whole universe awaited.
He turned his mind toward it. He wanted to see it, to feel it. Who was the universe? What was the universe? Why was the universe? He didn't believe he'd ever find all the answers. Yet it was not the answers that mattered. It was the search, between the known and the unknown, the light and the dark, through the shadowy territory that was his place, where understanding would be gained. All that could be known, he would know. For each piece of knowledge would generate new questions, and questions, not answers, were the goal: to look at a shooting star, or a dividing cell, or a person, or a universe, and to wonder.
Above that, he could imagine no greater purpose.
– The End –