Cosmos as a refuge for the post-human souls.

 The skies do not bestow upon the individual either culture or morality. Planets do not seek retribution; they bear no grudges. Stars do not abandon, play emotional games, nor do they leave with intent. Black holes do not swallow the person, but rather what is human within them—the trace of humanity, not the self. Space does not engage in judgment, tell masked lies, nor sit in hate. The universe does not lean even toward neutrality; it is so devoid of partiality that even the color grey would be too much. It takes no side; it simply is. If there exists a place for those who have transcended the human within themselves, then this is the only place it could be.