“Who knows how they forgot. We left them stories of a place where the animals looked like people, where exchanges and bonds were made. I guess they decided we made that up.

The place isn’t precisely within them, nor in the ordinary world. But it’s an actual place. It’s not merely real; compared to that place, the real is a [redacted].

The complimentary and extensional intelligences of humanity, are exactly where they will not look for them. Or form eyes that could recover them. They’re in the thing almost everyone pretends isn’t … actually real. Or intelligent.

The incredibly diverse forms of syntropic life on Earth.

Somehow, over time, they acquired a meaning of intelligent that actively excludes nearly all of their accessible intelligences…

Without those extensions, what will remain of being human won’t be worth experiencing. Indeed, it will be a schizogenic nightmare of ever more advanced isolations. And bizarre technological fantasies around new ways to invent dead time… and wipe out the remaining ecologies in the process.

Those ecologies are something they have no category for; in part, because without them, humans minds — what’s left of them — warp. In a way that hides this while inventing new ways to ‘advance’ the killing of worlds.”

— infraheard