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| Personal background |
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| My name is Cole and I was born in raised in Portland, Oregon. I am 25 years old and work for a labor union doing plaster and stucco work in Oregon and southwest Washington. I play guitar in a metal band called AEthyrium (it's more of a passion, really). I also like to read a lot, particularly books about philosophy, theoretical sciences, metaphysics, occult, and ancient history. |
| Thoughts about SETI and SETI@home |
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| I believe SETI@home is embarking in a field that will put those who study, search and understand about the nature of what is beyond our planet, far ahead of those who scoff at the notion of the existence of extraterrestrial life. How ignorant are we to assume that the inhabitants of our planet are exclusive in the midst of the universe? This principle in itself has been my progenitor for my belief in extraterrestrial life. Before the age of 20 my views on the subject were not quite solid. It wasn't until I had joined my father and my brother on a hunting trip in eastern Oregon that the unshakable axiom of extraterrestrial life existing in our universe was instilled in me like a cold, sobering reality. Many of us have seen the documentaries or shows on extraterrestrial life. So many of them are filled with likes of "nuts", "old, senile men", or any of the not-so-credible ilk. Here I was, a 20 year old college student, seeing exactly what these so called "nuts" have been ranting about in all those shows that we've seen. I believe what I see, and I know that what I saw was nothing that mankind is able to effect in our modern state of science and technology. What was there, hovering and soaring in the early morning sky, in patterns not like anything modern man has been able to produce, had crystallized my principle of extraterrestrial existence. Still, there are scoffers, like my dad, who dismissed this whole spectacle as tail lights on the back of someones truck driving up the hill in the midst of the desert landscape. But I do know that trucks and their tail lights do not fly up and down in the sky at a rate of miles per second. I can only explain what I see. I can not show what I've seen. If the day comes that you may catch sight of the like, think what you will. One may only be skeptical for so long until the cold, iron hands of reality smash the walls of ignorance. |
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