The Galaxy, and the Ground Within (Wayfarers, #4)

by Becky Chambers

The universe was not an object. It was a beam of light, and the colours that it split into changed depending on whose eyes were doing the looking. Nothing could be taken at face value. Everything had hidden facets, hidden depths that could be interpreted a thousand ways – or misinterpreted in the same manner. Reflexes kept a person safe, but they could also make you stupid.

We are all in this together.

if the wayfarer’s series has a central motif, this is it