Rocks have a reason, rain has one too. Ants control the largest armies, roots know what to do. The shell of a snail, becomes food for the trees. Even the knees of a wallaby have a reason, you see. A savannah full of cats, all on the prowl. The cold blue of June, when wolves come out to howl. Everything has a reason. But you? You come from the stars. You have a purpose.