this is what happens when i watch too much battlestar galactica

little race,
Big Universe.

i stand on tiny asphalt mountain
staring at the Final Frontier
wondering who is staring back 
at me, afraid to wonder if there 
could be no one at all but 
the old photographs of stars stuck
into our eyes from a vast number of years
ago. 
It seems a distant truth-- the lack of 
solitude,
the unknowable brethren, 
the boundless eternal that envelopes
and haunts our minuscule rock--
that we are isolated
yet hardly alone,
though so restricted and 
vainglorious.
we conquered Nature 
with our concrete, our steel
and our bone,
only to turn to the 
outward abyss
and wonder

why
?