A Pastiche of UFO Piffle
Copyright 2018, InterAmerica, Inc.
I read an account in Albert Rosales’ Humanoid Encounters:
The Others Amongst Us 1930-1949 [Page 287] that gave me a smile:
A guy named “Harry [in Australia, 1946] reported a six-foot
tall being in a silvery astronaut-like suit walked in the front door and came
into his bedroom … [placing] his hand on Harry’s head and ruffled his hair.”
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The September 3, 2018 New Yorker has a piece
(Page 64 ff.) by Louis Menard about author and historiographer Francis Fukuyama
and his new book Identity: The Demand for Dignity and the Politics
of Resentment [Farrar, Straus & Giroux].
The article is fascinating, as most Menand pieces are, and
offers material that explains, I believe, why we see commentary at blogs, other
than this one, that showcase sycophantism, nuttiness, and irrelevant, often
verbose digressions.
(My readers don’t fall into the category I’m going to
outline here, as my visitors are sporadic and unconnected, not like those who
attend Kevin Randle’s blog, or Eric Wargo’s or my pal Bryan Sentes’ blog where
comments are participatory.)
The commentators at the blogs noted and others offer
comments because of a need for recognition, as Fukuyama defines it, using the
Greek word thymos, from Plato’s Republic.
That is, those leaving comments at Kevin’s blog, for
instance, seek recognition in that venue as Kevin has ufological cachet –
Kevin, a respected and credible researcher and author – and those getting
comments read by or acknowledged by Kevin are raised to the level where they
get some Aretha Franklin “respect.”
Kevin’s commenters, sad to say, are often just goofy and
distracted by minutiae that has little to do with the subject matter that Kevin
presents.
Those who offer comments at Eric Wargo’s blog or Bryan
Sentes’ blog get respect because they are capable of intellectual discernment
and understanding of the erudite subject matter(s) that both polymaths provide.
I’ll doubleback to the review later, as it offers insights
that visitors here need to read.
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In that same New Yorker issue, Anthony Lane,
in a review of the movie Andrei Rublev, notes (on Page 73) that the
admirers of the director/film-maker Andrei Tarkovsky “verge on the worshipful,
with good cause, and [are] deluged by his movies – this one in particular –
[because they are] initiated into sacred mysteries for which no rational
explanation will suffice.”
This goes to my argument that “normal” people don’t need
LSD, sacred mushrooms, mescaline, or marijuana to enter into the realm of
mystery and the real reality that Plato (and others) sought or referred to in
their writings.
One can enter the mystical realm of existence (even the
ultimate reality) by way of great art: music, painting, literature,
architecture, nature’s renderings, and other cultural artifacts.
No outside ingesting of unnatural or bizarre natural
elements are necessary to be transformed or exalted. The refinements of
humankind will take one to the lofty realms that poets often provide and
certainly the creators of artistic (cultured) enterprises have given us and
continue to do.
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Finally, the idea that UFOs do not exist is a mistaken
bromide that hideously tries to subvert the linguistic reality of the sobriquet
UFO which, all by itself, creates the reality without need of the “phenomenon”
itself.
RR


