text_original: We might as well have been that lonely bird crossing up there in the blind white nothingness, like a human spirit wandering on the undiscovered moor of its own future.
text_transcription: WE MIGHT AS WELL HAVE BEEN THAT LONELY BIRD CROSSING UP THERE IN THE BLIND WIDE NOTHINGNESS LIKE A HUMAN SPIRIT WANDERING ON THE UNDISCOVERED MOOR OF ITS OWN FUTURE
phonemes: wiː mˌaɪt æz wˈɛl hɐvbɪn ðæt lˈoʊnli bˈɜːd kɹˈɔsɪŋ ˌʌp ðɛɹ ɪnðə blˈaɪnd wˈaɪt nˈʌθɪŋnəs, lˈaɪk ɐ hjˈuːmən spˈɪɹɪt wˈɔndɚɹɪŋ ɔnðɪ ʌndɪskˈʌvɚd mˈʊɹ ʌv ɪts ˈoʊn fjˈuːtʃɚ.