sentient meat

just before I post my experiences with Maggie at the Gold Coast, I've decided to share my thoughts on a passage we were to read at English class at school. It opened my mind to the extent that I am currently self conscious regarding my actions and how people see of me. What scares me is that what this extract details DOES make sense .... other than the fact that I still don't understand why bones and teeth are regarded as meat.

maybe you should read the short story in the linked webpage so you would understand exactly what I'm saying :)
My favourite part of this story is the alien's account (the story is told from the perspective of an alien race - similar but different to us) of a human's ability to use their mouth:

"Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat."

 'OMIGOD'. How scarily true is that segment? Now, often when I speak - I remember that I am, really, simply flapping my meat around and making sounds. And that when I sing I am really .... squirting air through my meat. Disturbing? Yes.

"Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?

Officially of unofficially?

Both.

Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, feat or favour. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing.

I was hoping you would say that.

It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?

I agree one hundred per cent. What's there to say? 'Hello, meat. How's it going?' " 

Maybe that's why we haven't been able to contact alien races ... it is not that we are too far, or are technically incapable of communication (haha IPT), but rather they have been avoiding us ...