14 July 2012
We live in little square boxes made from dead trees and quarried stone, travel in little containers of tin or other metals that either float on water or hover in the sky .
We wear woven plants and adorn ourselves with precious minerals and water that smells of flowers. We pump rivers into our houses and listen to people singing and playing . For fun we chase or catch balls made from rubber. We eat things grown from the land and animals and allow our skin to brown by exposing it to a giant ball of gas in the sky. We like stories and catalogue them on bits of dead trees for posterity , we all believe in at least one thing that we have never actually seen and chart our time according to the rising and setting of stars in the sky. We celebrate the date of our birth every 365 days with by giving each other objects wrapped in tree bark and close our eyes to rest our bodies for a third of our Calendar day and when it is time for our lives to end other humans that care for us or are part of our pack bury us in small containers in the ground or burn us till we become dust and sprinkle us on the land or sea.
Being Human- An Alien Perspective • Opuss № I