Why Won't They Take Me?

The mother saucer beams a perfect question mark onto a rich autumn wheat field; in the next breath it will spin all the way back to the Pleiades. Its companion vessel, perhaps the planet Saturn, watches silently.

This is the card of the nearly obnoxious, three-year child who repeatedly asks "Why?, Why?, Why?". Are UFO's real? Are aliens good -- or just interested in flesh, protein and reproductive experiments?

This is also the card of self-doubt. Why haven't THEY rescued me? Am I too frumpy? Did I wear too much perfume? Am I worthy of recognition for my talents and accomplishments? If I am worthy, why do I still have all these problems? Why does everyone ignore me?

Perhaps in The Pleiades they know all the answers. Maybe someday they'll teach us. Meanwhile we will continue to encounter times and circumstances we do not fully comprehend. We will have inexplicable visions. Strangers will visit. Sometimes just being there is more valuable than calculating the right and rational response.