We spent most of the morning by the water. She was still reading. “Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is," she read. She fell silent again. Was that profound? I had no idea. I tried to think of something, anything to say, but resorted to staring at the clouds and trying to pick out a shape that was interesting enough to bring to her attention. The clouds looked like shit. “It’s really not hard to believe that we are not alone in this universe” she said causally. …what?…I thought…”I guess," I shrugged; it was the most intelligible phrase I could think to put together. “No really, like think about it. There are places that we can’t get to in space, even if we left right now.” “Okay…” “Who's to say that there aren’t others. We are really a prideful species. We build things. And think they are great. And when things fall apart, we move on. We kill each other because of pride. We hurt each other and pride over the fact that we didn’t get hurt in the process. We don’t love because of pride. We really are a doomed species. I hope there are others out there, cause there isn’t much to believe in here.” … WHAT DO YOU EVEN SAY TO THAT. I sat for a while and then said, "I wish we took the time to know ourselves, then we wouldn’t have to hope for anything.” I got up to stretch, and looked back down at her. She was awestruck, and I could feel the full focus of her soul beaming towards me. “what?’ I asked. “nothing” she smiled “do you want to go in?” "Yes." We dove in.