a parable on loneliness
we will never meet the aliens
though we love the idea of hyperspace
it's too beautiful to be true
I suppose the aliens could build a giant cargo ship
and send their colonists off
with the understanding that generations would be spent in transit
or maybe they're potent aliens
who live a thousand years
but that's immaterial
because there's no economic incentive
(why even go to the moon?
I guess we could mine it
but it's hard to see how that would turn a profit)
as for interstellar travel
forget it
surely they want us
as we want them
but the longing is frozen over with fear
so we stay home
every night
under the boundless sky
and ossify
