We’re fucking aliens. And it blows my fucking mind.

I think we’re aliens.

An alien is something / someone we know nothing or very little about. Thus a non-alien must be something / someone we know everything or a lot about.

We still haven’t figured ourselves out as species entirely. And I doubt it will ever happen. So we’re like aliens.

We don’t know ourselves as species as good as we think we know ourselves. We pretend that we know a lot about ourselves as species.