NO ONE ELSE
"We are alone." Her words had the flat, unimpassioned feel of a blank stare gazing at an empty wall. But in that flatness was an undeniable truth that scratched at the fundamental hopes holding together their imaginations. "For centuries we’ve searched. For signals from distant worlds, tiny voices drifting away from dim lit stars. Then we learned how to bend space & ventured out into the dark, hands open & hearts willing, ready to engage in the alien philosophies that might await us." She could see the sadness laying seeds in the fields of eyes in the auditorium. Best not to drag this bit on. Pull the bandage with a quick yank.
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"All we found were ruins. Remains of civilizations great & vast, but void of any life, intelligent or otherwise. The worlds we reached died long ago & we, the human race, stand alone atop the skeleton of a lifeless cosmos." A fog laden quiet was all that the crowd could muster.
"We are the lords of a billion dark & hollow worlds. Rulers of a long & troubled nothing. So, what now, you ask? What mysteries could carry a deeper chord than finding another soul in the creases of this abysal enormity? Well the answer is simple. Us. We. The human race.
We’ve gained one answer, found a single piece to a never-ending puzzle. Its absolutely imperative to keep asking questions. Keep wondering whats next." & with a renewed spark in her voice, a spring loaded brilliance zooming from her words she said "Yes, we are alone, but thats all we know & the problem with humanity is that we want to know everything. The beauty of humanity is that thankfully, we never will. So we keep asking & our questions will drive us through the obsidian dark, & the unanswered questions that lay behind us will inspire our children to one day follow. Because after all, there’s no one else." The crowed burst into applause, the despair of being alone replaced by the endless possibilities ahead. The universe, infinite & musing in its ways, smiled, just a bit; a unobservable bend stretching the length of the old cosmic wall. That smile said, 'Keep searching humanity. Push on through.'
