Flesh, blood, bones. Concrete and mortar. Words on a page and faces in a crowd. There has to be more to this universe than what I can see. Are we truly alone? Are the stars a deceit? I hope not. Because longer than I could walk or talk, I have been yarning for a place among the stars. Dr Who and Arthur C. Clarke are no longer enough to satisfy my space traveling dreams. My hopes and desires are no longer earth bound. Martians, ET and little green men, do you hear me? Now I need you more than ever.