UFO Conjecture(s)

Monday, November 10, 2014

Don Quixote: The Book about Ufology and Ufologists

In essence, a tilting at windmills.
Don Quixote’s “adventures” – psychotic, fantasy-ridden, and ultimately meaningless (in real terms) – represent, metaphorically, what ufologists and UFO buffs engage in with the phenomenon.

In the Introduction to the Modern Library edition [1950], Henry Grattan Doyle writes:

“Don Quixote’s sin was in interfering in matters that were none of his business, and the book is, therefore, an attack on those ‘who subvert society and disturb the peace and order of the world …

The irony of Don Quixote is double-edged. It emphasizes the folly of the individual who abandons the immediate sphere of well-doing and well-being in order to embark on an enterprise for which he has neither skill or preparation..” [Page xiii]

And this from Miguel de Cervantes:

“The Churchmen hearing ‘em talk of Giants, Elves, and Inchantments, began to suspect this was Don Quixote de la Mancha.” [Page 649]

And, of course, as literate readers know, Don Quixote has a voyage in space, with Sancho Panza. Here are extended excerpts of that “trip”:


They were then blindfolded, and Don Quixote, finding himself settled to his satisfaction, felt for the peg, and the instant he placed his fingers on it, all the duennas and all who stood by lifted up their voices exclaiming, "God guide thee, valiant knight! God be with thee, intrepid squire! Now, now ye go cleaving the air more swiftly than an arrow! Now ye begin to amaze and astonish all who are gazing at you from the earth! Take care not to wobble about, valiant Sancho! Mind thou fall not, for thy fall will be worse than that rash youth's who tried to steer the chariot of his father the Sun!"

Don Quixote now, feeling the blast, said, "Beyond a doubt, Sancho, we must have already reached the second region of the air, where the hail and snow are generated; the thunder, the lightning, and the thunderbolts are engendered in the third region, and if we go on ascending at this rate, we shall shortly plunge into the region of fire, and I know not how to regulate this peg, so as not to mount up where we shall be burned."

"Do nothing of the kind," said Don Quixote; "remember the true story of the licentiate Torralva that the devils carried flying through the air riding on a stick with his eyes shut; who in twelve hours reached Rome and dismounted at Torre di Nona, which is a street of the city, and saw the whole sack and storming and the death of Bourbon, and was back in Madrid the next morning, where he gave an account of all he had seen; and he said moreover that as he was going through the air, the devil bade him open his eyes, and he did so, and saw himself so near the body of the moon, so it seemed to him, that he could have laid hold of it with his hand, and that he did not dare to look at the earth lest he should be seized with giddiness. So that, Sancho, it will not do for us to uncover ourselves, for he who has us in charge will be responsible for us; and perhaps we are gaining an altitude and mounting up to enable us to descend at one swoop on the kingdom of Kandy, as the saker or falcon does on the heron, so as to seize it however high it may soar; and though it seems to us not half an hour since we left the garden, believe me we must have travelled a great distance."

The duchess asked Sancho how he had fared on that long journey, to which Sancho replied, "I felt, senora, that we were flying through the region of fire, as my master told me, and I wanted to uncover my eyes for a bit; but my master, when I asked leave to uncover myself, would not let me; but as I have a little bit of curiosity about me, and a desire to know what is forbidden and kept from me, quietly and without anyone seeing me I drew aside the handkerchief covering my eyes ever so little, close to my nose, and from underneath looked towards the earth, and it seemed to me that it was altogether no bigger than a grain of mustard seed, and that the men walking on it were little bigger than hazel nuts; so you may see how high we must have got to then."

To this the duchess said, "Sancho, my friend, mind what you are saying; it seems you could not have seen the earth, but only the men walking on it; for if the earth looked to you like a grain of mustard seed, and each man like a hazel nut, one man alone would have covered the whole earth."

"That is true," said Sancho, "but for all that I got a glimpse of a bit of one side of it, and saw it all."

"Take care, Sancho," said the duchess, "with a bit of one side one does not see the whole of what one looks at."

"I don't understand that way of looking at things," said Sancho; "I only know that your ladyship will do well to bear in mind that as we were flying by enchantment so I might have seen the whole earth and all the men by enchantment whatever way I looked; and if you won't believe this, no more will you believe that, uncovering myself nearly to the eyebrows, I saw myself so close to the sky that there was not a palm and a half between me and it; and by everything that I can swear by, senora, it is mighty great! And it so happened we came by where the seven goats are, and by God and upon my soul, as in my youth I was a goatherd in my own country, as soon as I saw them I felt a longing to be among them for a little, and if I had not given way to it I think I'd have burst. So I come and take, and what do I do? without saying anything to anybody, not even to my master, softly and quietly I got down from Clavileno and amused myself with the goats—which are like violets, like flowers—for nigh three-quarters of an hour; and Clavileno never stirred or moved from one spot."

To which Don Quixote replied, "As all these things and such like occurrences are out of the ordinary course of nature, it is no wonder that Sancho says what he does; for my own part I can only say that I did not uncover my eyes either above or below, nor did I see sky or earth or sea or shore. It is true I felt that I was passing through the region of the air, and even that I touched that of fire; but that we passed farther I cannot believe; for the region of fire being between the heaven of the moon and the last region of the air, we could not have reached that heaven where the seven goats Sancho speaks of are without being burned; and as we were not burned, either Sancho is lying or Sancho is dreaming."

"I am neither lying nor dreaming," said Sancho; "only ask me the tokens of those same goats, and you'll see by that whether I'm telling the truth or not."

"Tell us them then, Sancho," said the duchess.

"Two of them," said Sancho, "are green, two blood-red, two blue, and one a mixture of all colours."

"An odd sort of goat, that," said the duke; "in this earthly region of ours we have no such colours; I mean goats of such colours."

"That's very plain," said Sancho; "of course there must be a difference between the goats of heaven and the goats of the earth."

"Tell me, Sancho," said the duke, "did you see any he-goat among those goats?"

"No, senor," said Sancho; "but I have heard say that none ever passed the horns of the moon."

They did not care to ask him anything more about his journey, for they saw he was in the vein to go rambling all over the heavens giving an account of everything that went on there, without having ever stirred from the garden. Such, in short, was the end of the adventure of the Distressed Duenna, which gave the duke and duchess laughing matter not only for the time being, but for all their lives, and Sancho something to talk about for ages, if he lived so long; but Don Quixote, coming close to his ear, said to him, "Sancho, as you would have us believe what you saw in heaven, I require you to believe me as to what I saw in the cave of Montesinos; I say no more."

Tell me, if this isn’t a book about the UFO world and its practitioners.



  • I think it could be a purposeful provocation, an anti-structural staged game of forced contrast and comparisons of our formal languages and formal systems versus their inversion by what this phenomenon manages to do which is is a mirror to human foibles. I think you are spot on.

    It might be the demonstration of the problem Louis Borges called “whats between A and B” or instatial space that is impossible to triangulate by thought.

    Yet we have the screwed up epistemology of Ufology. Mark Twain would have a field day with this.

    Its charismatic and this magical quality is antithetical to dialectical materialism based on human thought as the be all and end all of sentience.
    Our interpretations of formal systems and our basis of model theory, based on deductive systems of proof theory are turned upside down so we have a lot of crazy and reactive “experts”, skeptics, so called investigators with an answer in hand, science burying its head in the sand when threatened, goofballs thinking its demonic etc.

    In other words, it might be a critique of thought as it is constructed as it is based on incomplete knowledge, and this inability of thought, rationality and logic to append meaning to it puts us in our place, so to speak.

    Exposed as liars frauds and purveyors of profundity that is actually gibberish, is the not a possibility of consideration within a hundred miles of the ballpark where we play.. so it could be that logic is illusionary. A figment of not knowing much of anything that could reform our self referential situation as provincials...physicists are loonier than Daffy Duck or yours truly.Scary.

    By Blogger Bruce Duensing, at Tuesday, November 11, 2014  

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