This search will press for some time, likely not forever, for, as creatures of comfort and a growing loss (curious terminology that) of interaction and communication skills, Humanity as a whole is doomed to personal isolation, eventual disregard, and the necessitated desertion by others. A lonely prophesy it is, but then we all know what is in store for each:

We are brought into a world of excitement and opportunity.
We find and hold to our loves, our pleasures.
We grow tired and weep at the loss of youth, the loss of our loves, of our pleasures.
Surrounded by memories, we settle into our quiet, empty cell.
We die, more often than not, completely alone.

O, to perpetually find these loves, these pleasures. To keep what we need for life to mean anything at all. To grip the Cosmic Everfar of eternity and give it a firm shake. To climb the infinite road to the stars, to find those crossroads, to wrap ourselves in the infinite network of all things. To climb the mount of Pelion and sit in light conversation with the mighty Kheiron, a son to the Titan Kronos and teacher to Achilles, Æskulapius, Herakles, Jason, Æneaus, and Peleus.

If advanced civilizations do exist out there, may they be thoughtful in their advance, be generous of heart, be valiant in their efforts. To win the stars requires a civilization that holds to these characteristics, to become godlike, for to be otherwise is to force one’s efforts to be erring, wanting, trying, to require correction, to become exhausting. Logic and peace rule the heavens above, with the occasional spark of violence. I feel that we must become likewise.

In fide et fortitudine -- virtuosus in aeternum. (With faith and courage -- ever virtuous.)