Every race I’ve encountered so far has been humanoid, and most of them have been very much like us, so much so that it seemed too coincidental and convenient. This week, that changed very dramatically. I met the Snake People, the race some call the Draconians, and others call demons. The story they had to tell me was chilling, and even more chilling was how I saw myself – and all humanoids – reflected in their massive, gentle, patient, ethical, and almost entirely emotionless consciousnesses, and in the one emotion that pervades their entire culture: loss.