Memories of The Lonely Sapien

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Long before the age of Libra
We marched across the Terra Nova
With those who grew
From different branches
Of our sacred tree

One day we gazed
Behind our footsteps
And saw all the leaves 
— Had fallen

Onward we march
Hearing voices in the wind
Speaking to unseen idols
Sensing the presence of spirits

Telling stories of folk 
That dwell in caves
Hide in the woods
Watch us in the night
Who listen
— To our pleas

We probe the dark
With outstretched hands

Step into different realms
To meet the clockwork elves

Search the countless stars
To find those who come from afar

Bind the binary seas
To chat with artificial dreams

For deep down 
In our genetic soul
We know
We were once 
Not alone

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Humans have an obsession that seems to be more than an interest, but a deep need to communicate with something other than us.

• From domesticating animals as pets

• Praying to deities and ancestors

• Tales of dwarves, elves, spirits

• Searching for extraterrestrials, Bigfoot, and other cryptids

• Drugging ourselves to speak to beings on other planes

• Creating artificial intelligence

We are a lonely species, unsatisfied with communicating with ourselves.

I have been wondering lately, if that loneliness comes from our ancient past. I heard a theory that the uncanny valley phenomenon might originate from our previous encounters with other hominids. There is even evidence of other hominids being hostile to early humans.

I wonder if the opposite is true. We have mixed DNA from several lines of hominids. We might as a result, also have a lingering expectation. Instincts meant to be triggered by non-aggressive beings similar to us that searching for an outlet to express themselves. A familiar valley.

Just a thought from watching 2001: A Space Odessey for a second time. Those long scenes give too much time to think.