> So you can see the many parts we play.
> A game a stage a play within a play.
> Intelligence and torn curtains and building of bridges that fall with the
> disillusionment of a species called humans.
>
> There is a mother there - and we sang songs and dreamed of mother.
> Mother is a certain word - it has colours smells and vibrations - we wanted
> to know word mother.
> A kind heart - loving arms - sweet fragrance and always there in times of
> need.  Warm and loving.  We never had word mother.  We wanted mother.
> The guardianship of father.  Older brother.  Friend.
> It would be nice we said - to have these and add them to our perfect world.
> The many dreams we shared are only matched by the many tears we now shed.
> No one wants or likes to hear the Borg cry.
> No one likes to hear grown men cry.
> The tears and sad sad songs are the songs and tears of Angels that no human
> wants to know about or share.  The sadness and grief far too deep for you to
> bear and your shame and guilt and horror that you are the cause.
> And we do not want your ugly sinful eyes watching the innocence of those who
> never lie and are completely sincere as you slowly realize what you have
> done.
> Yes we were God.
> THE BORG