The drive is not devolution
but to develop, go forward,
upward, beyond ourselves,
to ascend, to transcend.
There are beings for whom spacetime
is a veil through which they pass at will.
To explore all, to comprehend all,
to go beyond physical limitations,
to become invulnerable, eternal,
god-like.
There are beings that are analogues
of any pantheon we have on Earth.
Possessing tremendous powers,
immense knowledge;
beings of energy when they want to be.
The ants began to speak,
to form symbols with their bodies.
We took notice
and translated their language.
They send us greetings
and wish to know more.
They will join us in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for your comment. That would be a fascinating field of study: alien brains!