The forlorn, fringe status of Ufology
Copyright 2017, InterAmerica, Inc.
I have a few other blogs besides this one, as most of you know, and I have several Facebook pages, although I hate Facebook with a passion.
One of my blogs deals with the financial cable network, CNBC, an affiliate of NBC.
And other blogs and Facebook pages are attuned to news media, locally (Fort Wayne, Indiana and Detroit, Michigan).
And while reading the current New Yorker [March 6, 2017], I realized that my interests and those of most everyone else on this planet are tied to things more existentially relevant than the UFO phenomenon.
UFOs are a kind of addictive silliness for most of you who show up here.
The phenomenon is hardly relevant to your everyday needs and happiness (or downsides).
But you (and I) persist in giving more attention to UFOs than the phenomenon deserves or should have.
UFOs mean nothing in the great scheme of things, even if they turn out to contain beings from other worlds in the Universe.
Everyday pressures and subsistence needs are a priority, well not for a few UFO nuts but for most of us who claim to be enthusiasts.
I have no real friends who take to UFO talk or rumination. They will converse excitedly about the current political goings-on (the Trump thing) or the financial fallout of Herbalife and Apple (or, now, Snapchat).
I don’t bring up UFOs in social settings, ever.
And those in my son Josh’s academic gang, The Einstein Fellowship (in Ann Arbor), talk about neurology, psychology, and the machinations of science(s).
I’ve broached the UFO topic with his group, a few times, but the conversations have always devolved into the mental quirkiness of the ufology thing, its bizarre, peripheral existence in society.
While there is a pocket, modicum of enthusiasm among those who drop by this blog, that enthusiasm doesn’t exist in the real world, the active elements of society.
UFOs are as meaningless as fluoride in your drinking water, there but not noticed by drinkers.
So, while I persist in flogging UFOs, I recognize that my effort, as meaningless as it is, is a personal indulgence that exists alone in a virtual vacuum of ongoing, meaningful activity.
So, there it is: the awareness of the triviality that is ufology, and the reason that it is on its last legs as a formidable topic even among UFO buffs.
N.B. Image use (above) from https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Forlorn_Hope_(Hall)