Friday, March 16, 2007
The Good, the bad and the Alien...
Okay, first off...I used to think aliens were good. I was about ten. I wanted to be an Astrobiologist. I begged my mother to send me to spacecamp and I devoured every physics, astronomy and UFO related book on the shelf. My passion perhaps was a bit naive but at the same time, having grownup experiencing bouts with the unknown, I was certain there was something 'out-there' to discover. But aliens were never evil. Until I grew up.
About the time I got into middle school, I started to see an alternative side to the peace loving grey and reptilian beings. They werent good at all. I was an avid armchair archaeologist, with a particular interest in MAYAN, AZTEC and INCAN peoples. I saw from their history that reptlians were monsters. That a race of reptilian gods manipulated the people into slaughtering their young for empty promises of rain in drought and food in famine.
What about old African lore? Frog-faced men eating the intestines of unsuspecting humans.
Is there a race of maneaters out there, floating in our orbit, licking their lips everytime one of us gets caught in their snare? Sounds like a B-movie plot, I know, but don't forget these stories are older than hollywood. Older than tv. Older than the written record.
(to be continued)