 What is one potential moral of this story?
The mesh-covered hole and the two lights looked like a caricature of a face, set in a panel of dials. There was no sensation of place, no feeling of up or down, no direction. Now it must tell me why I didn't. What speeds and perhaps, what distance? They stood for anything I might guess, and something kept pricking my mind, telling me I had no time to guess. It meant the engine or engines took up half the ship, cut off from the forward half by the instrument studded shield. I had literally been reborn in this room, equipped with half ideas, and no point to start from, no premise to seek. It had a cover, but no other opening where an arm could extend.
 Working together as a team and having hope can lead to more effective results.
 Trying to find more habitable planets is a pointless endeavor.  Working together as a team and having hope can lead to more effective results.  Taking drastic actions without thinking them through is very risky.  It's best to trust your instincts and to not trust the technology around you.