The poetics of mythic narrative serves to move the mind through impossible leaps of assumption and investigation.
John, if there was a John, wrote some words, if these are a valid reconstruction, about origin, if pinpointing a speck of infinite eternity with semiological coordinates and reference bespeaks a transcendance of mute ontic nothingness only silence (monos).
1 In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. 2 He was with God in the beginning. 3 Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. 4 In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. 5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. (John 1, NIV)We're biasd toward English, or Indo-European. And the human species. A decipherable, translatable communication. Not tree-talk, or drop-of-water speak. Certainly not vague utterance of sand grain.
Outside our hearing, what does the urge-to-create sound like?
If we began to think about it, everything is alien to us. Even one another. It's a marvel anything is, and that the faintest semblance of sanity shows itself. So, we amble on tepidly assured ours is the prototype and apex. We shop at Walmart and Saks Fifth Avenue and turn our radios on after starting the car. If a prominent man embezzles 4 million dollars, we tsk tsk. If a street kid steals 50 dollars or some cigarillos we lock him up or shoot him dead. We're not fond of the not-wealthy or people a different skin-color. Our opinions are more important to us than God -- whatever ideas we have of that possibility.
What do you say to a space alien? This question might not be the foremost puzzle in your life, but it was the subject of a lively two-day conference at California's SETI Institute this week.
Here's why: A decade of research by astronomers now suggests that a trillion planets dot the Milky Way. It takes a real Debbie Downer to believe that they're all as dead as the Equal Rights Amendment. Unless Earth is special beyond reason, you can confidently assume there are plenty of societies out there.
But a linguist precipitated on this parade by noting that -- given the uncertainties about why Homo sapiens even has language (is it merely a talent conferred by a random genetic mutation that hit our species 150,000 years ago?), there's no guarantee that the extraterrestrials will be blessed with the gift of gab. They might not have language any more than we have a great sense of smell.
(--from, Talking to Aliens, by Seth Shostak, Senior Astronomer, SETI Institute)Posted: 11/14/2014 12:13 pm http://www.huffingtonpost.com/seth-shostak/talking-to-aliens_b_6159330.htmlThere's a simplicity to monos.
Someplace to reside thought after seeing no further reach toward sensible resolution of a given moment.