No. But I do believe they were touched by God. Like it or not, you've got some of that...

Blair:
My whole life, I've taken crap because I'm part Pilgrim. And I don't know why. Taggart:
Sit down. You're one of the last descendants of a dying race. Pilgrims were the first space explorers and sailors. For five centuries they defied the odds. They embraced space, and for that, they were rewarded with a flawless sense of direction. They could feel magnetic fields created by quasars and black holes, negotiate singularities, navigate not just the stars, but space-time itself. Blair:
Like a Navcom AI? Taggart:
No no, you've got it backwards. The billions of calculations each second necessary to lead us through a black hole or quasar is the Navcom recreation of the mind of a single Pilgrim. Blair:
Then why did the war start? Taggart:
You spend so much time out here alone, you end up losing your humanity. When Pilgrims began to lose touch with their heritage, they saw themselves as superior to man. And in their arrogance, they chose to abandon all things human and follow what they called their destiny. Some say they believed they were gods. Blair:
Do you believe they were gods? Taggart:
No. But I do believe they were touched by God. Like it or not, you've got some of that inside you