I see the constellations wheeling overhead: the Badger, the Boar, the Thing With Tentacles On Its Face.  The not so very enigmatic stars, put in place by an ancient alien race, long dead, which wanted us to know.  And we do know.  I know.  I can feel what they meant, feel the change coming over me, feel the hair sprouting from every pore.  We went the wrong route, took the wrong branch of evolution.  But there is time – time to go back.  That is what the stars say, the Badger and the Boar, the Thing and the Thought.  Greater than all the others, Badger, Boar, and Thing, is the Thought Which Cannot Be Unthought.  The stars spell it out, as plain as night: “TIME TO GO BACK”.  And we will, you and I.  Together.