Dear Alien,

So you know.
The Alien was born. He doesn’t know where. He’s still trying to figure out why.
He knows there are others like him. He just knows it. But he can’t find them.
And he’s been trying to for a very long time.

Throughout his travels he’s come upon several very strange and wonderful places.
One of his favorites was the evergreen planet where all things were in black and white and all the beings there wondered all the time what “green” meant. He couldn’t figure out how to tell them.

There was another place that was only two-dimensional. But the beings there were
surprisingly deep.

But his favorite place of all is a little planet way off the universal map that he happened upon when he was scouting for a place to take a quick pee. He saw a sparkling blue bauble and was immediately drawn to it.

“Maybe they’re there.” He thought to himself as he tucked his better part away.
“Maybe I’ll find me home.” He washed his hands and headed down to the solid parts.

Well, now that he’s been here awhile he realizes that it’s not where he really belongs.

And this makes him sad.

He loves the beings here more than any other place he’s ever been.
But he doesn’t fully get them.

So he writes to his people and tells them about these creatures.

Since he doesn’t know what his people are called, he simply writes : Dear Alien,...
Hoping against hope that someday, some year, some millenium, somehow, somewhere, somebody that’s just like him, will find one of his letters and write him back.

And maybe they’ll tell him where he needs to go.

But till then...

He’s staying right here.