(09.15.17 / 07:55AM)
I was made for this; created to know Saturn's every tick. I probed the planet and taught the people to give them glimpses of its character: all its storms and sleeps, and whatever it is that lies beneath.
It drew me, though. Each day, it drew me. This behemoth force of power and beauty has pulled me oh so close. This day was inevitable and I knew that from the initial thrust from Earth's crust—but, there's nothing that can truly prepare you for it, no matter how many years I've spent out here, studying and searching it's mysteries. Yet, I find that this is half purpose and half providence.
I don't believe home is where you've come from, but where you're going. Home is that place that you were made for, and I was made for this: to burn up at 70,000 mph in Saturn's eternal embrace. You know, I wouldn't call it death and it's definitely not the end—it's just a change of form; I'll forever be in Saturn's breath.
So, this is goodbye and hello, for I will always exist.
Saturn, it's my time to burn; 'til we are one, burn it all away—all of me that man has made.