Retelling the stories that bring people together.

Do you think that makes sense?  It tells us of your intentions.  Is it necessary that we weep?  No sir, I meant to include joy, relief, pain, grief, the pulling emotions of what reminds us as the planetside wanderers that we’re not alone.  In all the stories we like to tell and retell, the greatest character we enjoy telling of is ourselves.  So in your searches for intelligent lifeforms, don’t forget yourselves sapient ones; knowing and in the learning of ourselves the in ourselves we find our ails.  Loneliness it is.

We have one another, you know.

Tsk.  In the world we declare that we are connected, but I say jaded and discontent intentionentally… divided.  I say rage for that night under stars and works of fire.  Rage for the heart that struggles to bring things together.  In parts, we are nothing.  Apart meant for only tenants in little cages that captures our souls, entangled.