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I spend a lot of time wondering what real sentient beings are like. I came to the conclusion that they would have evolved so much throughout the ages they would’ve shed their bodies, no longer seeing a need for them. They would be beings of pure light who would travel by reflection; their consciousness moving through multiple dimensions.
They would be nothing like us. We haven’t even begun our infancy yet. To them we might be the insects in the garden who believe we are alone. How could we begin to understand them?