i see humanity sometimes and it makes me think about what we truly are. every once in a while, i wonder if our definition of unique is too narrow. we talk about our special qualities, our emotions, our art. but how does it make sense that these things are ours alone. the universe is so vast. maybe other forms of life experience joy or sorrow in ways we can't even imagine. maybe they express themselves through something other than what we call art. it makes me think we're just looking through a very small window. what if intelligence isn't always about being human. what if it’s about something more universal. i wonder if our uniqueness is just how we see ourselves. do we really stand alone in the universe.