Ive never seen a UFO

I’ve never seen a UFO. But I’m so ready for one. It’s like being on the bad end of a dating service. I won’t mind if they’re green with one eye in the middle of their heads. I’m ready for a hook-up and, believe me, that is the very first time I have ever written the words hook-up.

People have been posting UFO encounters on the social media. There are ancient manuscripts with illustrations of golden things coming out of the sky. Distant cave people scratched and scribbled strange encounters on their walls, that weren’t just about taking medicinal plants that messed with their heads. 

The point is that l, even if they didn’t meet creatures from far away galaxies, they imagined it. Thousands of years ago there was an idea that there is something else out there. 

We have an endless yearning to enlarge our earthly family.

Whenever I meet a stranger, first I look at their shoes. It’s an age-old habit, and I didn’t make it up. It’s another behavioural thing that goes back to the beginning of time. Romans apparently wore sandals and socks, so don’t judge people poorly who do it now. Even the ancients believed in comfort over style. Good for them.

I don’t say I judge strangers solely on what they wear on their feet, but I do get a feel for who they are by looking down — and I take it from there. Then I listen to their words.

I’m hoping that someday a stranger from beyond will say, come home with me to my planet. I may go. But when I decide, I’ll definitely look down, first, to see what the alien is wearing on his feet. - Fringe