Whom do we know? We have functional emotions and this much-traveled vocabulary of affects. 
To learn about what you mean is to let high jinks belie despair over entropy and plenty of subspecies.  
For a quiet start, you don’t get to keep larvae. They’re apart, wise in their ways. Their cloying song goes out as middle of the road, yet you feel a need to ache in their baby blue blather, calmly accruing intimacy. Hey — Never stop exploring.  
 
We’re in, in a word, species intermission.