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Alien Thoughts

However it also makes me wonder why dont
the aliens show up once and for all ? Remove all doubt. What's stopping them ?
Assuming that they are such an advanced
technology,they shouldn't be worried by the poor earthlings attacking them,if that's their reason for not going "public"!Think about it .

Which is why I sometimes think that these are our next gen technologies developed internally and kept deliberately away from public so as to not create a panic situation.This information will be given to us in a staggered manner over the years. Besides there could be a commercial angle to it as well.

Maybe some of these technologies will be available in the market to buy and sell..hence perfecting it before hitting the market might seem a good idea.

It still doesn't discount the fact that this knowledge is certainly a combination of human intelligence and external superior intelligence.
Someone's creativity can only go that far - but to achieve this delta X effect,
one would need some knowledge from something out there.

A flying disc,say in 1947 will seem more plausible, unbelievable,tilting towards paranormal phenomena, than say 2007.
isn't it ?Discovery channel once showed an episode on experimental avionics.
Where saucer shaped, vertical rise air craft were being tested,dated back in late 60's.

In summary -

these space ships,flying saucers etc. are actually internal scientific experiments with the aid of alien advanced technology knowledge or awareness.

Mathematically, we cannot be alone in the universe.
I would imagine -one day everyone will be able to see them collectively -
almost as if at the same time.At the end of science there's God !

This "view" will then be debated as God vs Science...

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