A wall is happy when it is well designed, when it rests firmly on its foundation, when its symmetry balances its part and produces no unpleasant stre… - Isaac Asimov

Now I want you to listen carefully. The blackness is emptiness — vast emptiness stretching out infinitely. The little, gleaming dots are huge masses of energy-filled matter. They are globes, some of them millions of miles in diameter — and for comparison, this station is only one mile across. They seem so tiny because they are incredibly far off.

Subjective matter of opinion, Gaal. If you're born in a cubicle and grow up in a corridor, and work in a cell, and vacation in a crowded sun-room, then coming up into the open with nothing but sky over you might just give you a nervous breakdown.

But the mere act of not being a traitor is also a long way from agreeing to be an active helper.