Noise is the only vibration in the universe that reaches beyond. All else dies at the edges of existence. Light is worshipped by some, about as arcane as mathematics, but light is merely an illusion, just like time. Fire, life, sequence, crystallization, magnetism - all of the things that seem to compose reality are really nothing more than incidental and simple transferences of energy.

Energy is subject to vibrations, and only to vibrations.

Each vibration is unique and changes into every other vibration. It is the experience of a living being that the uniqueness of a vibration is entirely momentary. Living things also store a copy of the vibration with special ions. That part of the vibration remains inside the living creature, recalled at will in the creature's brain, as a memory.

The most powerful memories are just emotions, raw energy, perfectly synchronized to the vibration that the living creature experienced.

Life on Earth is especially vulnerable to the entropy of such vibrations. Most multi-cellular organisms on Earth suffer short lifespans. Even the intelligent lifeforms on Earth cannot escape from incredibly short lives.

Only the single celled organisms on the bottom of Earth's wealth-oceans of clean and breathable saltwater are insulated from the unique property of Earth that causes rapid entropy of Earthly organisms.

The intelligent lifeforms on Earth are usually limited to the first three levels of intelligence. Of this category, nearly every animal on the planet can be attributed some form of intelligence. It is humans, though, that are the most recent species to achieve a noteworthy fourth level of intelligence. Some humans, although less functional among their fourth level kindred, do achieve a fifth level of intelligence, or at least what a fifth level intelligent creature would look like if they were deprived of a fifth level intelligence society.

So humans, are unique, in that they are somewhere between a fourth and fifth level of intelligence as a species. Most of them are of the fourth level but a few of them are actually as smart as we are and are capable, even in their short lives, of advancing the technology and wisdom of the humans.

It should be noted that among their Seven is one who has written of the Dark Forest and predicted many weapons and battles that might be fought by humans if they were to meet other humans beyond their world. This Seventh also wrote of all-things and of inner-things and also described The Likeliness, as we know it.

Only a limited perspective, coupled with heightened fifth level intelligence could generate such a fantasy. Humans of Earth actually instinctively believe in the Dark Forest; they have no rebuttal because it actually makes sense to them.

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It would not occur to a creature confined to a dying body that most worlds with intelligences have higher intelligences; that lower intelligences, those of creatures with very short lives: humans, have a broken perspective.

With a higher intelligence and a longer life, the two things that are usual requirements for civilizations, a different society exists. Typically warfare among a species, where it competes with itself, is limited to insects. Humans never noticed that there was something wrong with themselves, that warfare was a symptom of some kind of profound genetic sickness.

They don't know they are insane. Intelligent creatures that must accept living in quickly dying bodies. They are monsters, in their regard towards dying, for they know instinctively that their lives are too short.

That is why humans can kill other humans. They can kill other intelligent aliens with even more ease, it's a nervous reaction to attack an alien. They do so on impulse, killing something unknown to them. They fear the unknown, indeed, in their lives they experience many unknown and painful encounters.

Their world is one of being almost-altruistic and almost-aware and almost-wise and almost-peaceful. They are, after-all, almost as intelligent as we are. It is piteous that they can never escape from trying to survive. It is part of their nature to face danger. Without danger and conflict a human becomes depressed and is capable of the most bizarre act of any intelligent creature and one that proves that they are not-well, that their whole species is sick and broken:

A human being is actually capable of self-murder.

That is correct, there are numerous accounts of humans actually killing their own personal self. If this singular act does not prove their mania for death then, as The Likeliness would indicate: "A sequential probability would only result in the same consequence, anyway."

Or as a human I spoke to said: "Same difference."

I do realize the hilarity of human idioms, reducing The Likeliness to fractions of ideas instead of the proverbs that we can see spelled out in the void. Indeed, it was human senses of humor that was the initial digression of this report. Human laughter generates a unique vibration, included with my own personal musings.

The samples of human laughter have the same effect on my collective research agency. They assured me that it is the same not only for each individual, but for any individual of any intelligent species. Even heard through our natural medium it is as delightful. I've listened to the resonances of it in every possible contortion of sound that I could think of.

Should my reputation not proceed me, I am the one who discovered that the frequency of vibrations on Earth allows for such a consonant as this. I was able to record flat and sharp sounds, actual vibrations made by living creatures on Earth. Human noise, is of course, industrial and commercial and even broadcast.

I am not referring to their stormwind. I do, of course, want to remind everyone of the Cavern-Gods' old saying, which in our language goes: "When a rock falls it makes a sound."

We don't have to meditate too long to employ the value of such wisdom in our current pursuit of the source of human soothe-causing.

My musings must seem like a waste of time, if you have already heard for yourselves what human laughter resonates like.

It is a heartbreaking moment to recognize the language of The Likeliness, made in relief, by only a human.