Friday, August 03, 2007
UFOdom & Boredom
Tautology induces yawning.
A man observes strange lights in the night sky. The lights might be extra-terrestrial craft. Or might not be.
A woman finds a small scar on her leg after she recalls under hypnosis her abduction by small gray aliens. The scar could be proof of her abduction. Or it could be just an ordinary scar.
The data keeps repeating itself, maybe with a new riff here and there, but essentially there is no solid evidence. A UFO sighting in 2007 sounds like one reported in 1947.
OK, so the mystery can’t be solved. But with ufology the mind can still be exercised, stretched a bit. Intelligent people can theorize and speculate. Ufology can be interdisciplinary: psychology, metaphysics, folklore, etc. Discussion and debate can keep one mentally toned up.
But another feud erupts. A says that B is a liar, B says A is wrong, A says something else to prove B is a liar, and C, D, E, etc. chime in with their takes on the subject. It’s not a matter of who’s lying or who’s right. The whole conflict is nothing but a distraction. Energies could be used for better ends, directed elsewhere. There’s always someone who craves attention. He flames away, baiting in the suckers. Ufology becomes ufoology.
And I yawn.
To the data collectors, keep pressing on. You’re doing valuable work, although its true importance might never be realized. But unless there’s a breakthrough bit of data, or someone sees the answer hiding in the vast sea of reports, sorry, I’m not interested.
Speculators, theorists, and historians: if you have a new angle on UFOs, I’ll listen, unless it devolves into a puerile pissing match with someone who holds an opposing view. I have enough assholes to deal with here in Plattsburgh, NY, thank you.
Ufology drew me in because it wasn’t like other subjects. It was offbeat, fascinating. Lately it’s been humdrum.
I have better things to do than struggle with ennui.
If UFOdom keeps creating boredom, I might be driven to a more traditional subject like professional sports. (Ugh. Then again…)
Posted by Ray Palm (Ray X) at 5:47 AM