Disclosure Day

Disclosure Day, May 4, 2026, was a bust. It didn't get better in the weeks or months that followed.

We should've expected that. After years of a slow drip of reports of anomalous but not quite extraordinary unexplained phenomena in the sky, people had come to expect a big reveal. 

It doesn't work that way. If there were a smoking gun, it would've come out first. 

UFO Disclosure is just a distraction now. People look up to the stars when things on the ground are hopeful. How much higher can we go?

But when things feel like they're getting worse, or worse, like they're hopeless, then the night sky becomes an oppressive reminder of the small meaninglessnesses that make up the sum of human activity.

Everything is up there, so we are nothing. It's not like that for everyone. The rest of the universe is the only thing we have outside the Earth. 

No matter how bad things get down here, they don't matter up there. When we "pollute space," what we're polluting is Earth's orbit, not anything close to outer space. Not anything that would notice.

Even when the universe was small and we were in the center of it, the heavens were bigger than we were. They were the source of our destinies, and of our salvation.

As the universe got bigger, the heavens got smaller. So did the visitations. From gods and angels directing civilizations to little green men abducting nobodies. 

The age of signs and wonders is over. We know the stars are like suns, some alien and some just like ours. 

We practice astrology for fun or love but can't imagine, scientifically, how the movement of planets and stars so far away from us could have such specific effects. 

Yet Saturn is firmly in Aries now. There are no planets around the suns that are the stars that make up the constellation, that we know of. 

We're starting to learn more and more about exo-planets, and even finding some that are in the habitable zone of their respective suns.

We have an entire mythology about alien species, but it doesn't really map onto what we know about the exo-planets, and it's been polluted by cheap stories for thrills.

We know about Nordic aliens and little green men and the greys, who have a home because of an abduction story that said more about the racial paranoia of the time than anything about galactic politics. But we've found no planets around Zeta Reticuli, despite looking extra hard. 

And what if we did? And what if there were life on it? So what? Even if they could, who would spend the time and resources needed to travel the 40 light years from Zeta Reticuli? For what?

The lizard people already rule the Earth.