The Truth is Out There

Something quite curious about the internet. From time to time I always google my nics, coolpaulinha, liquidbrazilian and aliens_among_us, just for fun, to see where have my words reached, if they even got anywhere.
Tonight I just googled "coolpaulinha" to find that a persian website has published some of the videos I have on YouTube.
More oddly perhaps, were my finds of "aliens_among_us". For starters, there's a guy in Virginia who uses the very same nic I've come up with as his alias on MySpace.
Then, I found a very uncanny site SHORT LIST OF MARTIAN CHARACTERS IN THE STAGE WORLD that lists names of historic figures and celebrities who are deemed as aliens. THEN, there is this link, Martians know quantum physics, written by Mrs. Helen M. Canterbury, whose name I also googled only to find out not only she was a known ufologist who used to post here, but also that she died last year. Her writing is already in itself very intriguing, but I was baffled by how far out simply googling one of my aliases I could get.
Ah, I miss the X-Files, I miss Moulder and Scully, I miss good TV shows and I surely miss political conspiracies whose perpetrators almost get away with it. I miss the Cigarette Smoking Man, and I definitely miss Krycek.

The road that was taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth:

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Most people have already read this exquisite Robert Frost's poem, but it is not infrequent that people simply take such an inspiring knowledge for granted.
I am glad I have taken the road not taken, and I never thought I would cross the most incredible adventures and the most interesting people. I am thankful my life has been like Alice in Wonderland, but real. It was hard at times, excruciating even, but it's been worth it. And reading this poem just reminds me of what a new year resolution can be: To live life, no just survive it. To "suck the marrow of life" to its fullest.
People of the world:
let's -
work less,
love more,
be nicer to strangers,
be polite to other drivers,
not worry so much about what foods are unhealthy,
worry more about what inherent habits are unhealthy,
remember we are just a tiny particle in the universe and our problems are really small compared to the greatness and vastness of the world,
visit more exotic places,
bother less with bills,
smile more,
take more untaken roads.