I tend engines. I keep parts in working order, and I make sure the engine’s properly fuelled.
I’ve done this since childhood, working at fathers side. As he aided his father. It’s always been thus.
Someday, my child will tend engines alongside me.
I don’t know what the engines do, I don’t know what’s outside the hull of this world. But I have faith.
If I tend engines properly, I’ll be rewarded at Betelgeuse. I’ll see father and grandfather, and my journey will end.
I don’t know when I’ll arrive, I don’t need to know.
This is what faith is.