And you are?

I am the girl next door, or the man across the street, your sister, your brother, maybe even you.

I'm part of the throng of humanity, one erratic thump in the pulse of an entire species. And, there are billions out there, just like me. All huddled together on this shinning blue rock we call the Earth. Going about our days, busying ourselves as we wait, always waiting. . .

We are as alone as we are together. Sharing this world with one another, while we hide our true selves away, within the world in our minds. Always together, but never connected. Lonely, yet never alone.

Most people learn to live with the emptiness. They fill it, with work, and school, iphones and televisions, family and friends. They bury it deep and forget it. Dismissing it as unsewn oats, or a chemical imbalance.

But no matter how much we try to shield ourselves from it, it's still there. That voice, that nagging voice, deep at the pit of our souls. Always asking, always wondering, never forgetting. "Are we alone?" it asks, over and over. "Are we alone?"

And we gaze up at the stars, as our ancestors have done since man took his first great leap, out of the trees. Ever since we've planted our feet firmly on the ground, we've longed to fly away from it. To ascend upwards, to explore. And, all these ages later, the heavens are still a mystery to us. Sure we know they're made of cosmic dust, and debris from long dead stars, gases escaping from planets and dark unexplainable matter, but we have yet to begin to understand them.

So who am I? I'm just like you. A wanderer, a traveler, a passenger in the universe. Looking at the stars, and waiting, waiting for the answer to that ever present question. . .