Lower Your Weapon

Since I am unversed in your intergalactic tongue, please extract my mind's contents and consider this telepathic plea:

I know you have long been observing our celestial orb and I know your findings have not been met with acclaim. After all, you wouldn't be here if they had. However, before you neutralize the human race like a sick dog...Could you please lower your weapon for just one moment? I'll get to the point:

Our independence isn't what you think. It isn't braying National Anthems like drunken donkeys; it isn't asserting our borders with walls that sprout barbed wire hair; and it certainly isn't shutting ourselves off from different cultures.

In fact, our independence lies in our dependence. In our infancy, soft bellies and soft heads wither away without human contact. Just like the flesh depends on warm hands to grow, so do great nations. The mightiest of queens perish without the loyal arms of their worker ants. And so the independence of earth, not just one country, relies on its complete and utter dependence on all of humanity.

Though I have never encountered your race, I can decipher the doubt in your eyes. I agree: we have to do better. We can. We will. As God as my witness...Could you please lower your weapon?