Flashlights do not sing.
Flashlights beam, and only for a brief moment.
Flashlights are small and too risky, merely point-to-point.
Stars sing.
Sometimes in all bands.
There in those waves is the message.
Omnidirectional and across vast swaths of time.
Those are the messages, bound for the others to find.
Without a reference frame for space time noticing nova exploding in grouped patterns of three and one and four would be dispersed and stretched across the distances of time. Unless the cluster is small and close. Its wave would travel and pass-by too quickly to be efficient and patient enough for those that may watch over the long eons.
For billions of years those without ears are hammered with the pulsars beat.
Until they hear the constants Here.
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There was Eru, the One, who in Arda is called Ilu´ vatar; and
he made first the Ainur, the Holy Ones, that were the offspring
of his thought, and they were with him before aught
else was made. And he spoke to them, propounding to them
themes of music; and they sang before him, and he was glad.
But for a long while they sang only each alone, or but few
together, while the rest hearkened; for each comprehended
only that part of the mind of Ilu´ vatar from which he came,
and in the understanding of their brethren they grew but
slowly. Yet ever as they listened they came to deeper understanding,
and increased in unison and harmony.
And it came to pass that Ilu´ vatar called together all the
Ainur and declared to them a mighty theme, unfolding to
them things greater and more wonderful than he had yet
revealed; and the glory of its beginning and the splendour of
its end amazed the Ainur, so that they bowed before Ilu´ vatar
and were silent.
Then Ilu´ vatar said to them: ‘Of the theme that I have
declared to you, I will now that ye make in harmony together
a Great Music. And since I have kindled you with the Flame
Imperishable, ye shall show forth your powers in adorning
this theme, each with his own thoughts and devices, if he
will. But I will sit and hearken, and be glad that through you
great beauty has been wakened into song.’
Then the voices of the Ainur, like unto harps and lutes,
and pipes and trumpets, and viols and organs, and like unto
countless choirs singing with words, began to fashion the
theme of Ilu´ vatar to a great music; and a sound arose of
endless interchanging melodies woven in harmony that
passed beyond hearing into the depths and into the heights,
that's cheating. invoking gods to communicate with cultures from other planets is not playing fair. unless it is to impress them into shipping you tributes of grass hummocks.
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