Poll On: Are We Alone?
The question on are we alone in space is hard to answer. It's not a matter of a simple 'yes' or 'no' some even answer 'undecided'
In the beginning I said that there are 'non-earthlings' out in space. My theory was that every thing, and every rumor must have a beginning. So if people started about 'non-earthlings' then they must have started somewhere (rumors don't just drop out of the sky). You cannot start a story without a topic otherwise you cannot write it.
Another theory that I thought of is that because most people (estimate of about 99.9% of people) have been *brainwashed* that 'non-earthlings' are hostile towards us and thus it made most people try to ignore them or think of them as not existing. In result people keep hidden in a shell like a snail, oblivious to the real outside world. And if there was probably a case of a 'non-earthling' coming to earth then I think people would freak out and call the army, who would in return experiment and take test's on this 'non-earthling'. Why? Because they do not see the good knowledge and information that we can gain but only see their own life in danger.
I have asked people about 'non-earthlings' and their some of their reply's where: 'don't care, they would probably just attack us all, eat our brains and try to take over earth' but others have said 'I don't know. some part of me wishes there where aliens but some part of me doesn't'.
That's why after I took the poll I still stick to my choice, my opinion and my theory. I have a right to know about 'non-earthlings' and I also have a right to say what I think about them and how I feel towards them.
So my answer to Are We Alone? Is No. We are not alone. My reason is that either the 'non-earthlings' cannot contact us or that they just do not have the technology to do so. I learned that our 'radio waves' are sent into space and this is one way of connecting with the 'non-earthlings'. But our waves are to short. The futher they expand the thinner they become. So if there is another planet that is inhabited that is 100,000 million light years away and our radio waves can only go as far as 50,000 million light years away then there the problem is explained on how we cannot contact each other.

'Treat them with respect and they will in return do the same. Help them if they ask and someday they will help you back. Learn from them and let them learn from you. But be hostile and then don't be surprised at the hostility shot back at you'

- All matter is composed of tiny particles that make up protons, nutrons, electrons and ions.
- Atoms are made up of these tiny particles
- Gases are largely spaced particles in the air. There is always constant movement between the particles. If a gas is cooled down the

Dairy
I had a very strange dream last night. Three weird sisters met in the middle of a battle with lightning, thunder and rain. They where talking about meeting my own husband Macbeth. I woke up and talked to Macbeth about this. But he had no such worries about witches.

I want to help Macbeth but I need help from people outside of the castle. I have received a part of Macbeth's letter saying that he has met with three weird sisters. They promised him the king of England and that Banquo's sons will be king but he not. What does this mean? Macbeth has not told me any of this so is this fairy tail becoming true? I have to contact them. The tree weird sisters I seek help and they might be able to give it to me.

The help the weird sisters gave me was indeed more than helpful. Kill Duncan they told me in my dreams. I have tried to encourage Macbeth to kill Duncan because he has been named as the King or Thane of Glamis and Cawdor. But Macbeth is faltering. He is turing into a coward who fears his own shadow. I must help him overcome his fears but trouble wakes where the sisters walk.

I will become queen. That is my goal but Duncan stands in my way. The old fool is nothing but an old man who can' do anything anymore. But Macbeth is stating to worry about Banquo. Will his wishes also come true? But Banquo is one of my most beloved friends. His removal from the Kingdom will shatter my heart. He is a dear friend who will never fall to evil. He is brave and loyal like the hare or eagle. Banquo be safe.

Macbeth must kill Duncan. No matter what. I will help him to do so. I would have killed Duncan myself if only he did not resemble my father so much.

Diary
That stupid Macbeth brought the bloody daggers back to our place. Full of fear in his face. Like an elephant in in front of a mouse. Full in fear with the little thing, even though he’s the one with power and strength. If we didn’t put the daggers back, people would have found us out. So the next step was for me to put those bloody daggers back. If Macbeth had done his job well, I wouldn’t have had to have this white heart, and have the same color of hand as Macbeth. I’m full in shame, but don’t regret from what I’ll be gaining soon after this event has happened. Why couldn’t he do his job perfectly from beginning to end?

I feel just like a mom and a child. Child making accidents, and mom following around fixing the situations. Child grows and gets stronger, but the mom ages, becoming more weaker. That’s what I fear. Me aging and becoming weaker, and child who might not get strong enough to live in this world. Mom has to raise the child as a strong and ambitious. That’s the role as well as the job of a mom.

Knock, knock, knock. Knocking disturbed my sleep all night. Macbeth was too much of a coward last night. He is like a stupid child who fears his own shadow if he doesn’t have anybody to support him. I was forced to place the daggers at the servants heads so he will no stir suspicion at himself. What a fool.

I woke up. To noise. Duncan has been found. Dead. Macbeth was out already and as I descended to meet them. I am panicking, what will we do??? If we where to be found out everything will be ruined. Macbeth will be killed and I will not be made queen. NO!!!

I act innocent. Horror washed over my face as I tried to keep my feelings bottled up. Terror sheer terror washed trough me. Panic. Panic. We must keep calm. If they see how scared I am they might suspect me. But how can I not panic or be scared. A murder has been committed in my own house. Of course a murder I knew and participated in but a murder never less.

Hahaha. Fools. A few fake tears and a fake faint and everybody has their attention on me. Saying that ‘tiss a sight not fit for thy lady’. Macbeth managed to be sensitive to my needs. Saying that the lady needs comfort and protection.