The Universe speaks in many languages but only one voice. A language which is not Narn or Human or Centauri or Gaim or Minbari. It speaks in the language of hope.
It speaks in the language of trust. It speaks in the language of strength and the language of compassion. It is the language of the heart and of the language of the soul; but always it is the same voice; it is the voice of our ancestors speaking through us, and the voice of our inheritors waiting to be born; it is the small still voice that says: "We are one." No matter the blood, no matter the skin, no matter the world, no matter the star. We are one. No matter the pain, no matter the darkness, no matter the loss, no matter the fear. We are one. Here, gathered together in common cause we agree to recognize this singular truth and this singular rule: that we must be kind to one another.
Because each voice enriches us and ennobles us, and each voice lost diminishes us. We are the voice of the universe, the soul of creation, the fire that will light the way to a better future. We are one.
That's why we're here. Because we're tired of being ordered around by those who cannot hear the song. Tired of being used as canon fodder, as inquisitors, as executioners, and as bloodhounds.
They forget we're human beings, too.
No, not human beings. Better. That's why they're afraid of us. It's all ego, you know. "What a piece of work is man. How noble in reason. How infinite in faculties. In form and moving how express and admirable. In action how like an angel. In apprehension how like a god. The beauty of the world. The paragon of animals...." The paragon of animals. 6,000 years of brutality, murder and slavery. An animal does not do this to its own kind, but they do it to each other. And they would do it to us! Unless we stop them. Unless we find a way to help each other. Unless we care for one another.
[After getting the members of the Alliance to sign the Declaration of Principles, Sheridan and Delenn sit in the conference room, admiring the table full of signed scrolls. G'Kar bursts in.]
Ah, Mr. President. [sees the documents] Oh, good, good, good. I was looking for these. [begins gathering them up and shoving them in his bag]
Well, we need to get everyone to sign them again!
What? [stands, flabbergasted] We… Do you understand what we went through to get them signed even once?
I revised it again. It's better.
[He offers another scroll to Sheridan, who snatches it angrily out of his hands. He and Delenn start to read. His anger fades, replaced by awe.]
[Having gathered the old, signed copies, G'Kar retakes the new version from Sheridan, snatching it from his grasp. He dashes out of the council chamber, leaving a stunned Sheridan and Delenn in his wake.]
Some days, it's like living in a madhouse.
