#being in anthropilogy too so i see all of this and all the beautiful pieces of humanity

[kermits-cup-of-tea]

i just had a moment because in the wayyyy distant future if aliens visited earth and all that was left of this time was fossils, they wouldn't know about the cute little details of how all of us are built like elephant trunks and that some people had mohawks and some birds had wild tail feathers and such

and then i started crying because "the aliens won't know about the eyebrow whiskers" while watching my old cat sleeping in the sun, his eyebrow whiskers caught in the sunlight and they looked like little antennae and the aliens wouldn't be able to know that about cats because all they'd have are bones

the aliens wont know that cats look at us like this because they love us as much as we love them, and slow blink to show affection, or essentially yell at us to communicate because we don't speak with the same tongue, or purr when they're happy and content

and we have the same problem, all we have of dinosaurs are the fossils of their bones and the occasional fossilized mummy. we have books like All Yesterdays and entire careers dedicated to trying to bring the real back to their skeleton forms but we can only get so close because time kept us separate and they didnt send any messages

but we have, we sent voyager 1 and 2, and the golden records with some of our sounds and pictures so that maybe we could be known by someone off our tiny world. we packed as many languages and animals and songs onto it so that somewhere, maybe someone will say hello back. and maybe, if thats as close as time brings us together, if all that is left are our bones, we can at least welcome them onto our home and be remembered for our hope and desire to reach out even if nothing waved back

but we've waved back. or forwards. we have our cave art showing some of our world, the horses and wolves and mammoths, things long gone even now. and then our handprints, the thousands of hand prints, thousands of different people spanning... a thousand different mothers, all saying hello. all saying 'i was here' before we had the words to write it

electricity is temporary and long in the future, eons after we no longer exist, we'll have our art. this is why art is so important. how else can time bring us together?

i think im going to draw my cat sitting in the sun

if time doesnt bring us together, i will hope they see it and know that he had eyebrow whiskers and that they glowed in the sun