“So we have this idea that an alien is a ridiculously old creature from a planet in space, or a giant ship in space, or some arrangement in another dimension. Now, think about that for a moment. We usually consider them absurdly advanced, philosophically and technologically. They can speak mind to mind with other beings and generate trance just by showing up. But I see these properties in space itself. In time itself. In the eyes of living beings all around me. An ancient strange intelligence beyond all description which is too busy being itself to talk about it. To me, everything is fabulously, strangely, anciently intelligent. The whole fabric of reality reeks of this. From my view, my insects are actually far stranger than their aliens. And there’s another difference: my insects are real.”

— an anonymous informant