And Pow, there was all kinds of stuff, flying out in all directions; and whoa, there were many directions to fly out in. And the stuff was different than the flying; and the stuff we call Stuff; and the flying we call Potential Energy.

And this was Different than it had been before; and the difference we call Time.

And there was no putting it back; and this was Heat; and the coming and going of heat was the Second Law of Thermodynamics; and it was pretty cool.

And the stuff roiled and became tangled, and it was not homogenous; and it became Turbulent, and the turbulence we call Chaos; and it was way cool.

And chaos did not speak; but it might as well have said, "Hey, if you want something interesting to happen, you're going to have to organize it yourself." And what-do-you-know; it was self-organizing.

And heat flowed through the semi-organized chaos, and parts of it became More Organized; and the more-organized parts we call Life; and the less-organized parts we call Other Stuff; and the really-not-so-organized parts we call Background Microwave Radiation; and it can be Measured.

And some of the more-organized stuff had a head, full of electrochemical soup; and we call this Self-Awareness; and it Hurts, but it's better than Nothing.

And the electrochemical soup was turbulent; and the turbulence was chaotic, and self-organizing; and it played Peek-a-Boo, then got tired of it; and it learned to Speak, and occasionally to Listen; and gee, there was music and poetry and symbolic logic.

And we called itself Me; and Hey You, No not You, the Other Guy; and Them.

And we looked around; and there were Billions of Us; and we were Lonely. So we did the Math; and a blind date seemed promising, so we looked to the sky; and we called it SETI.

And we Looked and Looked, for oh, I don't know, it seemed like Hours; and we Searched and Searched; a whole Scintilla of a Part of a Section of the sky that wasn't near the sun or a lot of static or something; and there was Nothing that we Recognized; and it was a bummer; and shit, there was no Funding.

And we knew Existential Emptiness, and Despair; and we cried out:
"Is this thing on? Hello?"

So we sent out E-Mail; and we said, "Why Don't you Write?"