Hey, this is different than my always-posted comics!
Ahoy guys, gals, & non-binary pals! In light of recent events I’m embarking on a unique endeavor and I need your help! You guys have all been really great to me thus far (and don’t worry, nothing changes at all with the comics, that all stays the same!) and I thought you could be really helpful with getting this off the ground too. This is the only time I will post about the Human Thought Collective here, so follow the project @human-thought-collective!
The concept is simple: I’m aiming to showcase honest pieces of the human experience, without anyone having to worry about someone finding out “they” said it. A personal, entirely honest, art experiment, that anyone and everyone can participate in. Not only are you able to share your own biggest regret & biggest hope, but you are also able to read and relate to everyone else who has decided to share.
Here’s where you come in: The Human Thought Collective is being shared right here for the first time, this means I need you to share with the people you know, too (like kind of a lot)! & please send your biggest regret & biggest hope to the address listed above, I have a lot of hope in this, I hope you do too.
Send me a message, anonymous or not, if you have anything you’d like to say or ask about this, I’d love to talk!
My favorite thing about fairytales is they tell you that your power comes from believing in yourself and taking control of your mind. And a lot of people write that concept off as childish and idealistic, but it’s not, it’s real. We have scientifically shown that our minds can have profound power over our bodies. And yeah there are limits, but magic has limits too.
Humanity has magic, and we don’t even acknowledge it.
Okay, but, when we send cremated remains into space do we send an explanation with them? Because I’m just picturing some aliens cracking open a satellite and being really fucking confused.
“Human guide! Our scans indicate that this probe contains a cylinder full of ash and human bone fragments. I assume this deconstruction of form is a way for your species to travel greater distances through the stars due to your limited capacity for large spaceships and distance travel. Quite similar to the Quaxilains from the Centuri district of the galaxy, though I did not know your species had reached such advancements yet. Please instruct us in how to revive your colleague so we may interrogate him as well.”
“No, dude, whoever that was is dead. Probably some astronaut or scientist who paid to have their cremated remains shot into space once they died.”
“You told us that your species buried your dead, why did you lie to us?”
“No, I said that MY family buried our relatives. Never said the whole species did it. Sometimes we burn them, then scatter their ashes in places they loved, plant them with a tree, use them to make diamonds, shoot them into space, whatever. Lotta options.”
“I had no idea your death rituals were so…extensive.”