It occurs to me that if, in fact, we're all made of stardust, then we're all "aliens." Recent visits from friends who have gone on have convinced me of the existence of ghosts. They're real. They are created in my mind. Like reality. Like love.
Life on earth, the "real" one, is just a big reality show. No wonder whatsisname is president.
Take your reality down a peaceful path. Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war. Try rock'n'roll.
You gonna listen to an alien who believes in ghosts?