See and Believe.

The answers are in the stars. They always have been. On nights lonely and cold, but clear to the heavens, one can always look up and see exactly what he needs to be told. No longer hating the way he feels, the stars outline the perfect path to peace - the peace he seeks without ever looking within.

We've become accustomed to asking the outside world to cut a path which we can follow. How rare is it that we look down and forge forth of our own volition? Masters of our destinies we are not; rather, slaves to celestial cartography. Drifters on the open plains of time, illuminated by specks of light that shone so brightly light-years away.

Drifters. Vagrants with no home in space or time. Hopelessly wandering the great beyond that is right in front of our faces. Crossing the chasms between us, discovering each other in ourselves. Walking, talking tragedies.

But the stars know. And from them, we are found.