There is considerable talk about alternative/and/or fake news these days. I don’t really care anymore about what the Americans consider to be the truth. Hunting season is open down there on that and it’s going to be a little while before the gun smoke clears and enough people in the right places wake up before things get sensible again. That’s their God given right of course. And like Dickens said: “my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it or the country’s done for.” An inapplicable comment, but it sounds good; that’s what really matters these days.
Still, one wonders what all that must look like from a different perspective. We can skip the dull scientific dronings of the Carl Sagans and perhaps cut straight to the outer limits where we imagine or perhaps even envisage UFOs and other such extraterrestrial oddities, because these days all that stuff is just as believable as our apparent twilight zone ‘reality’.
People wonder about UFO’s and aliens, who they are, what they want, when they might introduce themselves, where they’re from, and why they’re here. We’re a curious species. Speculation about them has been endless since sightings started in our little corner of the cosmos after WWII* with no answer or consensus of opinion to the five questions listed above.
And as to those questions, maybe they’re just as curious as us, but a little more discriminating about the company they keep. Just look at all the radio and television nonsense that we’ve been broadcasting out into space and inflicting on everyone else out there for decades now. To an outsider we probably seem a lot like a planet full of violent, inbred, drunken and drugged up, backwater, hooligan, yahoos without much in the way of manners, minds or morals who shoot first and never ask the right questions, even after the fact. They see a species on the brink of self-destruction best observed only occasionally and even then, only from a safe distance, a few rows back from the stage like the smarter live audience members at a Jerry Springer show. The alien abductions one hears about are probably an attempt to determine just what exactly is wrong with us so as to avoid further outbreaks elsewhere, though if they’ve found the answer they’ve kept it to themselves. About the only sensible message we’ve sent by way of an explanation for our behaviour is The Galaxy Song from Monty Python’s Meaning of Life.
*Possibly they were attracted by electromagnetic pulses generated by the first use of nuclear weapons and the decades of testing that followed. Or maybe they merely wondered who was making all that noise in an otherwise quiet galaxy.
Some thoughts with Steven Hawking
Still, one wonders what all that must look like from a different perspective. We can skip the dull scientific dronings of the Carl Sagans and perhaps cut straight to the outer limits where we imagine or perhaps even envisage UFOs and other such extraterrestrial oddities, because these days all that stuff is just as believable as our apparent twilight zone ‘reality’.
People wonder about UFO’s and aliens, who they are, what they want, when they might introduce themselves, where they’re from, and why they’re here. We’re a curious species. Speculation about them has been endless since sightings started in our little corner of the cosmos after WWII* with no answer or consensus of opinion to the five questions listed above.
And as to those questions, maybe they’re just as curious as us, but a little more discriminating about the company they keep. Just look at all the radio and television nonsense that we’ve been broadcasting out into space and inflicting on everyone else out there for decades now. To an outsider we probably seem a lot like a planet full of violent, inbred, drunken and drugged up, backwater, hooligan, yahoos without much in the way of manners, minds or morals who shoot first and never ask the right questions, even after the fact. They see a species on the brink of self-destruction best observed only occasionally and even then, only from a safe distance, a few rows back from the stage like the smarter live audience members at a Jerry Springer show. The alien abductions one hears about are probably an attempt to determine just what exactly is wrong with us so as to avoid further outbreaks elsewhere, though if they’ve found the answer they’ve kept it to themselves. About the only sensible message we’ve sent by way of an explanation for our behaviour is The Galaxy Song from Monty Python’s Meaning of Life.
*Possibly they were attracted by electromagnetic pulses generated by the first use of nuclear weapons and the decades of testing that followed. Or maybe they merely wondered who was making all that noise in an otherwise quiet galaxy.
Some thoughts with Steven Hawking
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