From earliest childhood, they delude themselves into thinking they comprehend the world, while all that's really going on is that they've got some primitive assumptions and prejudices. They don't have enough years in their little lives to come to an understanding of anything at all. That’s how they make up for being so stupid and having such short lives and small memories.” …Even if the vast majority of them are wrong, even if ninety-nine of every hundred is stupid and wrong, out of those thousands of ideas that still leaves them with a hundred good ones.

Even from their dreams, sometimes they make up out of that randomness something that illuminates everything. They transform things so that the same memory can mean a thousand different things. But when they do remember, then they try to make stories about those crazy stories, trying to fit them into their real lives. All that work, coming up with these stories, and when they wake up they forget almost all of them. It’s complete random nonsense with no possible correlation to the real world, and yet they turn it into these crazy stories. The part of their brain that records sight or sound, it’s firing off every hour or two while they sleep even when all the sights and sounds are complete random nonsense, their brains just keep on trying to assemble it into something sensible. “Earthborn animals do this thing, inside their brains-a sort of firing-off of synapses, controlled insanity. They have conflicts between mates, not because their communication is inferior to ours, but because they commune with each other at all.” Humans mate with beings who challenge their supremcy. Our mates are always, hopelessly, our intellectual inferiors. Your people and mine, each for their own evolutionary reasons, mate with vastly unequal partners. And because their imagination is imperfect, they are often wrong,Īnd some of their strength, I think. Those who know each other only through symbolic representations are forced to imagine each other. That is the tradegy of language, my friend. Humans invent an imaginary lover and put that mask over the face of the body in their bed.

We know out lovers with perfect understanding.

Your mates are nothing but mindless drones, extensions of yourself, without their own identity. They never seem to grasp the idea that males and females are separate species with completely different needs and desires, forced to come together only to reproduce Constantly at war with each other, never content to leave each other alone. “The strangest thing about humans is the way they pair up, males and females.

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