Okay....
If aliens arrived tomorrow, we'd say things like this: "The aliens are attacking us!"
"All of them?"
"No, just Zorgargh and his Zortonite armies." And the aliens would say things like this: "Zorgargh is attacking the humans!"
"All of them?"
"No, just the Americans." And the zombies would say things like this: "Must...eat...human....brains...."
"Have you tried alien brains?"
"Oh, gosh...no, I guess I haven't."
"Well you must; they are absolutely delightful, especially with a dab of Grey Poupon." *holds up a jar*
"Oh...that's mustard."
"Yes, quite right."
"Say, would you capitalize 'mustard' as you would 'Grey Poupon'?"
"No, of course not. 'Grey Poupon' is a proper noun, while 'mustard' is a common noun."
"I see. It's hard to think on an empty stomach."
"Yes, I suppose so. It's been a while since you ate Mr. Whitaker's brains."
"Well, I do recall reading that Zortonite brains are decent."
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Knowing that death is certain and that the time of death is uncertain, what's the most important thing?
—Bhikkhuni Pema Chödrön
Humankind cannot bear very much reality.
—From "Burnt Norton," Four Quartets (1936), T. S. Eliot
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