Showing posts with label uFOs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label uFOs. Show all posts

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Are we alone in the universe? Probably not.



It seems to me that most of the people I've ever known ior have seen or heard on TV who claim to have witnessed extraterrestrial visitations to the Earth are not on exactly the same wavelength as most of the rest of us. A relative of a relative of a relative is heavily involved in the organization MUFON, which stands for "Mutual UFO Network."  The guy who shares mutual familial links with me is highly educated and intelligent, but he's not a person with whom I have enough commonality for the two of us even to carry on a comfortable five-minute conversation or to share a cab without awkwardness. I've only gotten his take on the matter third-hand, but the word is that  he seriously believes that the aliens are among us everywhere, posing as Earthlings until they're poised to make a move.

My skepticism concerning most UFO sightings notwithstanding, I  doubt that we, the occupants of Earth, are the only planet-inhabiting beings in the universe.  I have nothing on which to base my suspicions other than conventional logic. With all the uncharted galaxies out there, what are the sheer odds of Earth being the only significantly life-supporting planet?

As to the nature of the inhabitants of other planets, I haven't a clue. If we're all created by the same God, chances are that we would be somewhat similar, but if we're created by different forces. who knows what the beings might be like?  The fact that they apparently  haven't shown up and made their presence clearly known and haven't yet conquered us would lend credence to the idea that they're not leaps and bounds beyond us, but that, too, is highly speculative. Maybe they've seen the disgusting mess we've made of our planet and want no part of us. Then again, perhaps they're just waiting for a time we're distracted -- Super Bowl Sunday or World War III, maybe -- to pounce upon us and claim our planet as their own and to turn us into prisoners or slaves. Or maybe a few of these other ciclizations are so busy fighting it out between eaach other that they haven't even noticed earth yet.

Even if we're all created by the same God, perhaps there are noticeable differences. Maybe we Earthlings are not as perfect in design as we think. We might possibly have been one of God's earlier experimentations. Mormons have backed away from it, but they used to teach, "As man is, God once was. As God is, man may become."  Before Gordon W. Hinckley uttered his famous "I don't know that we teach that" disclaimer about the previously quoted tenet in a nationally televised interview, I believe the oft-quoted maxim was essentially considered doctrine. 

One of my LDS uncles by marriage who is an MD (not Uncle Michael; he's my biological uncle, but he's also much lower-key about his religion than are the other practicing Mormons in the family) used to say that if he ever achieved godhood, he was going to place the nose above the mouth of the bodies he created so that people were less likely to have food fall back into their tracheas and consequently choke. It's conceivable, however unlikely,  that God could have thought of the same thing as my uncle, and a younger planet might be populated by a horde of beings with their mouths right in the middles of their faces. Leave it to one of my relatives to think he has a better plan for how to make people than God does. 


If such is the case and there is another planet filled with people whose mouths are above their noses, I hope they don't invade Earth.  I can't imagine the nightmares I would have after seeing them. I'm not much of an artist, but just for the hell of it, I drew the most realistic face I could render with its nose below its mouth. I really should have left well enough alone, as I'm having trouble getting the image out of my head. I wish I had never drawn it. I'm afraid to google the concept because a more realistic portrayal might genuinely traumatize me. Who knows if the more evolved species' eyes would even retain the same location as they occupy in humans as we know them to be, although it would seem that having the eyes located near the highest point of a body would be a survival advantage? Perhaps God figured this out as well and eliminated foreheads for the inhabitants of one of his later planet projects. I'm giving myself a serious case of the willies.

Will we find them first, or will they find us first? Conventioal logic would dictate that the more advanced civilzation will travel to  discover the less advanced populace. What are the chances of the inhabitants of Earth being the most advanced cilizartion anywhere? Not all that great, the answer would seem to be. I suppose we can hope that there are other more exciting planets far closer to the most advanced civilzations, so that we can escape notice for now.

If the inhabitants of another planet present themselves here, I'm not at all optimistic about the outcome. We have so much difficulty getting along with each other as it is even with just one species running things here. How could we possibly get along with extraterrestrial visitors even if they didn't have their faces all  screwed up by a God who thought as my uncle does and decided to make improvements upon the human face?  The only consolation for me is that I'm not going to live forever. I can always hope that no one shows up from some exotic location in the universe until I've made my final exit.


Why would I even automatically assume that extraterrestrials would have two eyes? 




Monday, March 28, 2011

"All My Children" Is in Trouble

No, the title should not read "' All My Children' are in Trouble." I'm referencing the long-running daytime drama, "All My Children." Duh. Anyway, it seems that the future of the much-revered-by-many series may be in doubt. People around me are losing serious sleep over this.

My Pseudo-Uncle is providing a benefit concert tonight in my wing of the hospital. His concert isn't actually raising money for the cause of "All My Children." If one wishes to raise money for a cause by holding a benefit concert, holding it in the adolescent mental health wing of a hospital is not the most efficacious venue. What my uncle is trying to do is to help the people who are having trouble sleeping because of the uncertain future of "All My Children" by playing boring music so that they will fall asleep. He'll wonder around the floor with his guitar after everyone is in bed. He would use the piano, but it's not easy to push a piano around while one is playing and singing. It's probably been done before, but most likely with less-than-desired results.

PseudoAunt thinks this is the stupidest thing she's ever heard. She doesn't believe in soap operas. Her disbelief in them isn't akin to her disbelief in UFOs or the The Ghost of Bardsley Road. She acknowledges that soap operas are real and are here to stay. She just doesn't believe in watching them.

I haven't had much soap opera viewing time, either. If I had even tried to watch one when my parents were home, at least one of my parents would have blown a head gasket. Perhap it's time for that to change. When my parents sent me away to this place, it must have occurred to them that I might pick up a few unsavory habits. Perhaps soap opera viewing will be one of those habits. It might lower my iQ by a few points, but as my father is so fond of saying [about himself], I have a few points to spare.

We're having an "All My Children" wake here in the loony bin tomorrow. Everyone who wishes to participate will dress as a character. I've already called dibs on Opal (Gardner, Martin, Cortland). I've never seen the show, but I consulted wikipedia, and to me she seems the most compelling character.

Would it be disrespectful of the near-dead to say that I actually prefer what I've seen of "Days of Our Lives" to "All My Children"? My mom has told me stories from when she was a kid and when her sisters watched "Days of our Lives" and "General Hospital." Those shows had some seriusly convoluted plots about stuff like diamond-making machines that controlled the temperature of the Earth. It was amazing that anyone even watched.