From the Sun Ra biography:
I couldn’t explain it. My people kept saying, “Why are you unhappy? You never seem to be happy.” And that was true. I had this touch of sadness in the midst of other people’s parties; other people were having a good time, but I would have a moment of loneliness and sadness. It puzzled me, therefore I had to analyze that, and I decided I was different, that’s all. I must have come from somewhere else. I wasn’t just born; I had been somewhere before I was born.
I’m not a human. I never called anybody “mother.” The woman who’s supposed to be my mother I call “other momma.” I never call anybody
“mother.” I never called anybody “father.” I never felt that way.
Not having a good time while everyone else is is a somewhat common feeling. I remember feeling like that and relating to protagonists in HP Lovecraft stories like Shadow Over Innsmouth—thinking, wouldn’t it be cool if I actually belonged to some terrifying alien species? Sun Ra, though, did not let go of it and took it to another amazing level.