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Of late, there has been an increase in the ‘‘Aliens from space’’
chatter from the government… recently, Obama said he thought
there were aliens… he said he spoke as a private citizen, not
as a former president and that his statement should be taken as such…

Also in the news was another interesting tidbit, that IQ45 already
has a speech written in which he acknowledges the existence of
space aliens and that we have ships of theirs… I too, having
seen a spaceship when I was 10, believe in aliens…
As does former president Jimmy Carter… a former navy man…

But for me, the question is not about the ‘‘certainty’’ of aliens,
given it is hard to believe that we are the ONLY planet in
space, given there are hundreds of millions of galaxies, the only
planet with life on it…I find that very hard to believe…
so, the question for me is much different… my question/questions
revolve around their social structure, their history, their philosophies,
and do they hold similar religious beliefs to ours? do they pray,
do they have god and a heaven and a hell with angels and demons
and did they/do they have debates about how many angels danced
on a pinhead?

there is much to work out in terms of what aliens might hold to be true,
and for us, the question becomes, what if the aliens don’t believe in a god,
nor do they hold to prayer, or heaven or hell or angels?
If as I suspect they will, what is the average response to a government
statement that aliens walk among us… I suspect that for the religious,
those who hold to the existence of god and Jesus, that the religious
in this country and elsewhere will go into an existential crisis…
If beings that are thousands of years more advance than we are,
don’t hold to a god or to religion, what does that say about us?

This news would shatter religions in the world… if aliens don’t
believe in a god or religion, why should we? They clearly know
way, way, WAY more than we do, so, why shouldn’t we follow their
path and reject, once and for all, belief in god, in heaven,
in angels and in any metaphysical answer to the universe…
If nothing else, the fact that aliens don’t hold to a god or prayer,
should at least give us pause and we should wonder about our
need for god and/or religions?

So, one response might be, what if the aliens hold to a god?
that actually complicates things… are their god like our god?
do they pray to that god, do they worship god as god or is it just
a process that exists in the universe? Personally, I can’t imagine
aliens being religious, but what if they are? What does that do for
your own religious beliefs? My guess is that once aliens announce
they have no need or desire for a god or religion, that all religions
will collapse in the world, practically overnight…
Which brings out its own issues… What does it mean to be human
in a world that no longer has a need for god/religions/or heaven?
If that option is removed, what does religion look like on
planet Earth?

Equally interesting for me is philosophy… What would alien
philosophy look like? We have our traditional areas of study
within philosophy, metaphysics, logic, aesthetics, morality/ethics,
epistemology… part of what has driven philosophy over these last
400 years has been this question of knowledge, how do we know what
we know? What would an alien epistemology look like?
is that even a question for them once they hit a certain technological
state? Don’t tell me that aliens exists, tell me what they believe in
and do they pray? what kind of social structure do aliens have,
and what kind of light does that shine on our own human social
structures?

So many questions and I hope, I truly do, that I live long enough
to have my many questions answered…

Kropotkin

It’s always presented as a distraction Peter, misdirection from those who would escape scrutiny. They would love you to think there are alien corpses in Area 51, or that every President has access to classified information regarding alien visitors to the US.

It’s a relic of the cold war—the “We know something you don’t..” mentality, and it is always absolute bullshit.

The question is, do they use money, and do they compete amongst themselves for resources? I find it unlikely that any persistent intelligent species would, because it is antithetical to their overall survival prospects. We need to remember, always, that we have been around for literally minutes in the metaphorical day that the Earth has had life. We are not yet a successful species by any reckoning, especially compared to other species on our planet, like sharks, or even whales, which have existed as an intelligent species for over 50 million years. We are a brief fart on that timeline.

I hope our species lives long enough to have those questions answered, but I doubt they ever will because interstellar travel is practically impossible, or so close to it that no intelligent species would bother. They would send a probe instead of living beings, of course they would. And if that probe returned with signs of life? Then it would take (at least) thousands more years from that to a living detachment arriving to investigate, and once again, why bother?

Unless they be borne again as did in the film 2004 Space Oddessy.

Well, that’s the thing. Physical travel is one thing, but perhaps there’s an easier way? And there’s always the possibility that every species on Earth is of extraterrestrial origin already, and there is some kind of causal link to one or several remote worlds? Personally I think fungii is of extraterrestrial origin, and it seems it is responsible for much beneficial interaction with other living organisms on this planet.

Open to all ideas, just not Star Trek science, and practically instant interstellar travel, anything but that.

after watching several cats of mine, I am pretty convinced that
cats are from another planet… they are here to keep an eye
on us… if you walk into a room, sometimes, you will see the cat
just staring into space, usually at a wall… and that is them communicating
with the home planet… I would put money on this…

Kropotkin

Yes, there’s definitely something otherworldly about cats. They also have a strange kind of intelligence, and seem to know things, like when you’re worried for example. Mine won’t come anywhere near me for weeks, but when my brother died she just seemed to know I needed attention.

And the staring into space thing, they have you looking at the wall or ceiling trying to find a minute bug or something, but there’s nothing there. So what are they looking so intently at?

Or dogs. Best friends. Relate an incidence where these 3 dogs of my neighbor , one of them took a shining to, nd simply adored me, especially free giving him half of my ham and cheese sandwich forgetting that it’s cheese is not good for them.

I think there is something about special needs lady of the neighbors wife, because , well don’t know ..

So after the deli incident the dog adored me he was an American poodle, big as a mastiff and gentle with kids as a komondor. One day , after I called her miniature poodle baby, I and she barked vehemently regardless any attempt otherwise, after said lady thought she was the object of reference. The big dog changed as well, at first coming up and looked at me funny, but nowadays, never coming up. The middle dog thinks himself more viscous then his bark, before the deli offering he was subdued by the big poodle, but now he attacks with the ferocity of a bull in front of a red muleta. I almost asked her son of the name of the big guy, but withdrew the thought for fear of further complication.

Nowadays I don’t see the lady or any dogs, they are strangely gone when i pass by their fence, around the time when i go for some exercise.

So you haven’t spoken with miniature poodle baby since? What does her husband think of the whole thing?

Well, this is how it goes down: the neighbor is a retired marine, did well for himself, bought a business, nice guy. So after telling his son, to congratulate his dad on Veteran’s day, he probably told his mom about it, so the next day they were out on the veranda of the front lawn, gaming it up and cooking like doves. Course never told the corporal of my military career, having lost my dad-214, I think that my memory of it are pretty well guarded.

So now what? Coming to America , having experienced the effects of WW2, then the sad Hungarian Revolution, stopping on Ellis Island to be checked over, that is a storybook of my life, now comes the stunner; oh that was 1957, January. The sixties were not far ahead, a few year hence and discovering the beat Kerouac, put me in a spot of sorts, finding out that his navy experiences and why for heavens sake he was dismissed from the navy, and so on went his experiences about the rolled out America that everyone all the young angry men have become so riled up about. The details were authentic, but the rest were allegedly modeled after a reel cool guy named Cassidy. I’ll remember his first name soon enough, oh yes Neil, close to Neil, but close enough to see some resembling vibratory connection, if you were looking for any hint of connection.

So get back. Trump and the Beatles did the same shtick, and enuf of that now, cause reading is in my opinion is more challenging than writing the stuff out. There are a wide or narrow proximity of different points to align and fill in, but borders remain a long time , hard wired, and soon overcoming flappy disks which may happen to intrude, as do I suppose as electrons knock out other orbiters, to case a collision, whereas tiny mini fish like spermatozoa fight to get into rather then hit the mark, so that maybe some grown out of developing fetal stage can someday read and write about exclusive control of the body they inhabit just for a while, and then, maybe beyond that. Do aliens think that way? Or does it take an aliens to figure that out?

No, since then I haven’t spoken to the poodle lady. I’ll see if the foregoing put an irreversible dent in it.

I think that oftentimes she shows my interest in her? Nah, at all, it’s the big poodle I really want to like me. God!

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At many’s a party, I’ve ended up in a corner talking to a cat or a dog. Some of the best parties, important new friends.

It may have been a Saint Bernard, maybe smelling the liquor that was meant not to isolate, but to resonate.

But then hi knows? Very ambitious people will go to great lengths to show their stuff in extreme sports, just a few days ago an avalanche got 6 could have beens at Mont Blank or maybe U2. Dunno, there was a pitiful guy Hungarian of course, crazier then the one in Pygmalion, who actually designed a parachute resembling bird wings, feathers and all. All went well, except the wings broke going down.
Now I can imagine you going for another one, joining some less remarkable friends.

Confession: I drink to overcome the spotlight I was destined not nearly to overcome.

If I keep this up I’ll be down as an over Don Quixote mimic.