we are each aware of a world in our own image
Birds fly over human borders, unaware of the lines by which the dots ( considered best when left alone ) define their lives below.
This bird’s eye view is a measure of what is familiar to the bird. It’s ancestors all heard primal cries and likewise understood.
While brain of bird and that of bat are in no way likewise wired, both flap through air, each aware of a world in its own image.
What might our world look like an eon evolved by subtle senses? Perhaps harmony will be visible to dots, no longer hostile or alone.
