the days grow shorter and the nights are longer, the air has a cool breeze and the twilight of the night seems to be at a distances glance.
Farther and father away it seems that there is any intellect out there somewhere waiting for us to seek it out.
Perhaps the intelligence is like us to the ants, we scream and shout at the ants all day and night yet they cannot hear our cries and they cannot understand our language, to them it would seam like the howl of the wind. They cannot fathom us as a whole as we are far too large for them to see us in scale. when we step upon the land they walk they must feel a mighty earthquake, and question, "is that god?"
So why bother to search outside one's own world?
Its only natural.
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