We are very much like them: indiscriminate killers, ruled by drives little acknowledged and less understood, mindlessly territorial and murderously jealous - the only significant difference being that they have yet to master our expertise in hypocrisy, the gift of our superior intellect that enables us to slaughter one another in droves, more often than not under the auspices of an approving god!

There was, like, this black hole where the world used to be, and we were both falling toward it. What could we hold on to?

In case you're an alien and you're reading this: BITE ME.

Hold on tight, Sam." He puts me in a choke hold. "Ahhh," I gasp. "Not that tight.

When the moment comes to stop running from your past, to turn around and face the thing you thought you could not face--the moment when your life teeters between giving up and getting up--when that moment comes, and it always comes, if you can't get up and you can't give up either, here's what you do: Crawl.

Perhaps that is our doom, our human curse, to never really know one another.

Perhaps God waits for us to be empty, so he may fill us with himself.