A question

What do people listen to/look for/search for when listening, interacting with, exploring places and people, I wonder. What ticks a person? For sure, they don’t hear what I want them to hear, don’t see what I want them to see. They, more often than not, get a different story to the one I intend to be heard. Reminds me of an amoeba that puts forth its pseudopod blindly to hold onto something that is stable? Likes? Safe? And then once it finds such a surface, rolls its body into its pseudopod and then rests for a while until it does it all over again. The story of evolution then exists, not in the annals of history, but in our very everyday mannerisms of living. If there is the amoeba-like mind state, there is also the fish and snake and tiger and monkey and neandrathal and homo sapien-like mind states. I wonder who looks out at me from those eyes and what does it look at, and what does it see. I could go into the neurophysiological mechanics of what the living structure of a body with its anatomy and physiology makes possible, and also the limits, but none of that touches that which sees/feels/thinks/hears lives within the mechanisms of that biological body. A case of "knock, knock, who's there?"

Fauna in me home!

Posting a draft saved up from a few years back, when I was being taught by fishes on how to be human.

My second non-human Earthmate made an unplanned entry into my life. (The first being a tiny puppy named Mickey and I am not over its abrupt loss some 20 years later). It is actually 2 of the water-exploring finned members that I havent really figured out the name of. The aquarium shop owner called it Tiger fish but Google search does not reveal any Tiger fish that looks like this one. I bought two and then not knowing how much feed is appropirate for 2 fishes (this being my first ever take-of-it-by-myself experience with no overseer around), and I thought these fishes ate a lot (because I tend to eat a lot, so why should I think other beings wont eat well enough?!) I put enough for 2 I thought only to find the tank quite cloudy the next morning. I thought they would clean it all up by evening only to find one of them floating on the surface and wont wake up. I buried it (as a kid, we used to bury ants and lizards that we found dead in the backyard, we did feel quite a lot sad for them Earthlings). I had not thought I would need to do so for one I bought at a shop and died after a feed. I should be feeling terrible right now, but I do and dont too. This one in the tank was quite a spirited one, but is kind of lonely by itself. It came from a swarm of fishes in the shop, you see, and I bought 2 so they are company for each other while I am away from home in office. This one is now pecking at the food thinking its own thoughts, I imagine. It is a beautiful water-dweller, this fish. I dont dare call it a name.