Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us. No no no, not exactly. I just want to cut off her head and take out her heart. This is your undoing. All intelligent beings dream.
Nobody knows why.
Pestilence, Famine, and Death. Their personalities could shatter entire planets. Arranged marriages, every one. But they worked out, they inspired me. Knowing that they were waiting at home for me is what keeps me here, seventy-five light years away.