Since I was a child, I’ve often wondered: how do I know what I believe is true? 

One dark starry night I was high in the mountains of northern California where I witnessed something that put my understanding to the test. 

That experience raised a whole lot of questions, made me question my theory of man’s existence, where he came from and how it all began. Who are we? Where do we come from? Where are we going to? 

The first light appeared from beyond the horizon, then a second one, followed by a third. 

At first, I thought it was just my imagination then I suddenly realized that was absurd. 

Who are we? Where do we come from? Where are we going to?

I know that was young back then, my friends and family said that could never happen, so for all these years I kept this to myself.

But now that I have become an old man, I feel obligated to tell my story again, before I go so you can judge for yourself. 

Who are we? Where do we come from? Where are we going to?

They say one day man will live on mars, not in my lifetime that’s for sure, but there’s one thing I know, and I’ll take that to my grave.

The starships I saw that night were real, and they came from somewhere other than here, another planet perhaps, or a faraway distant star. 

Or maybe they’re time travelers searching for their own set of answers, discovering we’re somehow related, who can tell me for certain that I’m wrong? 

Who are they? Where do they come from? What are they doing here?