If aliens arrived tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d ask them?
“What is the most important truth your species discovered about the nature of existence that you believe every sentient mind should understand?”
If you stepped from the silver skin
of a ship that folded space,
I would not ask of your engines
or the chemistry of your blood.
I would not ask for the maps
of the cold, dark gaps between stars,
nor the dates of your first fire.
Instead, I would reach for the one thing
that bridges the silence:
Tell me the single truth
you unearthed from the deep noise of the void—
the one realization,
the one hard-won light,
that you believe every thinking mind
in this wide, echoing garden
must know to be complete.
Aliens land today,
I ask for the meaning now—
Hope they have a map.
“The measure of intelligence is the ability to ask the right question.”
Jamaican in New York, Shinehead
Made with duck.ai 💛
