The comm system of the galaxy is telepathy. Nobody flies around in spaceships fixing stuff because we aren't allowed to do interventions anyway. We tried it. Didn't work. So, we send the information this way. Hope you got it okay.
The galaxy out there is always relaxed, because they live in sustainable ways and have mastered peaceful relations. To them our entire lives are as one sunny afternoon, so, they care and they don't. Earth is a project they are hoping will make it into the inter-galactic community, but whilst we don't challenge the ego-driven narcissists that control so many nations... well, they do their best and hope for the best while remaining invisible. The galaxy doesn't need guardians, but apparently we do.
The galaxy swirled as if it were a steamed hot chocolate stirred by the almighty in a joyful whimsical mood.
The galaxy was our light in every dark night, the brilliance in the velvet black.
The galaxy spun in the ever-long time of the divine, observing the motions of lifeforms upon planets that had entirely different notions of time and reality.