Louis Parkinson
7 min readApr 11, 2020

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Photo by Ratan Ravesh

I want to explore communication. (between humans)

An extraordinary achievement of conscious connection or a futile engagement dealt eternally in degrees of failure?

Something we take for granted, and perhaps in doing so, provoke further catastrophe.

Bring yourselves into the scene in my mind if I’m able to adequately communicate the strange swirl within my neural maze.

Let’s begin with a conversation across the stars between distant, yet conversational, alien species. (assume only a short time delay between messages… suspend some scientific rigour if your mind allows)

We, the human race, send out a signal aiming to communicate with an alien race. We could do this in any of the languages of our people, or in pictures, or mathematics. If done through language, what chance of good understanding? We form our words in ways that our mouths allow, formed themselves by eons of evolutionary drift. The sounded or scribed words mostly have no obvious correlation with the meaning they try to convey.

We send out a verbal and written message in one of our tongues, to this most foreign of creatures on another planet, with its own story of life. It is sent through our lens of understanding the universe, ourselves, morality, success, and purpose as a species. It is definitively flavoured by the culture, history, biology, and sensitivities of those that…

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Louis Parkinson

A momentary aperture enjoying my glimpse. Bad dancer, accidental poet, meandering philosopher. Addicted to watching, wondering, and digging for a deeper truth.