When night falls, I drive out to the middle of the desert and watch as the stars creep in over the dusk. Stretching my fingers out, I believe I can almost touch them as they invade our reality.
For every star I see, I imagine a planet just like ours- far away but close enough to the light to support life. Except, there, I get to be someone else.
I think about how most ancient cultures predicate their calenders on the return of their gods. Like little girls, they dreamt of a prince charming who will sweep in and save us, save the day... awaken us with a kiss.
But every morning, I wake up under that huge desert sky knowing this- no one is coming to save us. It is up to us to save ourselves.
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