So you don't think there is anything after you die?, page-164

I don't think so. I think we are far more obtrusive than that.
Wealthy people find a way to broadcast their wealth. Middle aged men buy red sports cars. Young men go to the gym and wear muscle T-shirts on cold days because they are broadcasting. Young women accentuate their God given assets. We are endlessly broadcasting our availability, our intellect, our status.

People buy expensive art and hang it for all to see and no doubt a certain broadcasting goes with art, but the world is full of abstract beauty that forces its way into our consciousness unencumbered. Produced by innocuous intent. Then usually crushed by fame.

All the broadcasting is our bird-song. The arts, music, dance, literature, fine arts, sciences, etc still mostly arrives by the movement of the soul. It also comes via the ego and I guess that is when it's bird-song.

I think we would be seen as a creature on the cusp of transition. Beings immersed in creativity and testing different ways of becoming a global society.