Nor
ought we to resort
to sesquipedalian
loquations
on equivocations we
can spin
to prop
up explanations
for
the wisdom of relying on
the
reflex to defend against
whom
we regard as "those":
ergo
by "nature" should oppose.
There's
no plot to be exposed.
No
malicious means or ends.
Aliens
are literally made to be
our
friends. We think we know
them
not, but that’s a crock of rot.
Equivalently
formed of gluons,
quarks
and leptons, and the rest
of constitutive
quantum stuff,
we
and they systemically equate:
enough
to state with certainty
that
aliens are constitutionally
us.
More than theoretically,
I
know this to be true.
Think
my tale absurdly tall,
but
I can say as of today
(I’ve
got my ways) I've met
them
all. Including you.
You're
one, too.
.
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