I want to believe.
I was a big X-Files fan. Ed’s dad used to tape them for us when we lived in Cairo and the best television we could get was censored Doris Day movies, Polish language soft porn and some French music video channel (MCM). We looked forward to packages of VHS tapes filled with X-Files and the occasional DS9 episode like they were, well, good English language television entertainment.
I think aliens exist although I don’t necessarily think they’re visiting us in little spaceships that go beep. Nor in big nasty ones that go blort blort kazaaaaam you’re dead ah hahahah earthling suckers. But life on other planets? Definitely. I mean, come on. We’re here, aren’t we? I’d rather think we’re in a huge great wonderful crowd of interstellar creation than a one-off freak accident.
Unless, of course, we are aliens ourselves.
It would explain a few things. And it would give me something else to yell at speeding cars. “Hey, slow down you freak of interstellar alien nature.”
my theory is that typical long, thin, grey, alien with the big eyes is merely a super evolved version of ourselves. spaceships are the time traveling devices that bring them to the past (our present) to examine us.
or whateveer
ever read communion or transformation by whitley striber?
We can’t be aliens. We are the center of the universe . . . er, aren’t we? I’ll have to check the ole Bible on that.
What would we do without BBC News website?!