[ WP ] Earth is discovered by a peaceful coalition of civilizations . Turns out we missed several major technologies normally developed by now . The aliens are very confused how we got here .

There is this sense of being all alone, even if you are at home. The 
 feeling still persists and comes at you most strongly when you are all 
 alone taking a stroll on those chilly evenings. The twilight with its 
 sense of ending of a show, the crossing of a threshold, waiting for 
 that crescendo, that never comes. And soon the day is over and when 
 you lay down at night thinking the thoughts of where you came from, 
 only dozing in and out of the view of the ceiling fan rotating slowly 
 and with an indifferent demeanour at your state. The turmoils comes 
 and it goes, we are all aliens, even here on earth which is supposedly 
 our birth place, the place where our history our genetic identity was 
 written. 
 
 
 
 
 Nothing bad has happened, we have survived but coming to know of all 
 those others that dwell in this universe, some right next to us, we 
 feel belittled. We might be the fairytale to them, of savages in 
 prehistoric times wielding stupid spears and feeling smug in their fur 
 fashions. They treat us with kid gloves, even the superpowers with 
 atomic weapons feel stupid. Like kids playing with fire, the most 
 damage that we could do is blow ourselves up. Like suicide bombers, 
 we might be just as insignificant as those morons who die for some 
 idiotic religious beliefs. Just pesky little buggers that put up a 
 show for them, once in a while, taking up all the front page space and 
 providing entertainment and mindless chatter and gossip for the rest 
 of that lazy Sunday afternoon. Something, to be had for a couple of 
 cents at the newspaper stand and to be downed with tea while sitting 
 in the backyard laying on a hammock. 
 
 
 
 
 
 We feel alien, there are questions now being raised by everyone, not 
 just them, it is among our own folks, cracks have appeared, the 
 foundation has broken, there is no passion left, every words, half of 
 all those songs of love, of passion, of war, of our culture has lost 
 meaning, now we are all embarrassed of those relics. We try to hide 
 them, sweep them beneath the carpets, and locked closets, never to be 
 spoken again. 
 
 
 
 
 
 We were aliens, we that never belonged, we are but travelers that 
 took shelter on an oasis. We are coming back to our senses, we are 
 going back to being travelers, building vessels to carry us to 
 uncharted territories, we are done here. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Them, that we used to call aliens contacted us, we are not even sure as 
 to what they look like. We got scared, they are invisible to us, 
 creatures that can command, more of the universe than we puny earth 
 men could ever do. We are like two dimensional creatures on a piece 
 of paper and they of higher dimensions that hold that paper and poke 
 and prod it for fun, we could never see them for we are made that way 
 and the instruments that we devised could but just sense them, with 
 readings on a graph paper. But what is the point, the knowledge is 
 out, we know they are out there and we are trapped in our universe, 
 this universe that we inhabit is the cage that limits us. We are but 
 playthings in their vast laboratories. 
 
 
 
 
 
 Soon we will be traveling from here. Pulling off the anchor and 
 moving on, all our technologies, put in suitcases and to find some 
 other place. Even those who believe in moving to another place do not 
 think that we would even be able to move away from them. That we 
 would ever be able to get out of our cage, this universe that 
 incarcerates us. There are other camps among men that think that we 
 have to establish contact with those aliens. But how will it play 
 out, we are but ants in the gardens of giants. Nothing has happened, 
 nothing bad that is, but the knowledge of those beings out there is out 
 now. The world has changed.
