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CONCLUSION 237 of crashed disks at Hangar 18 or Area 51 is adequate to explain the enormous data base researchers have assembled about real UFOs, but in the heat of debate such logical, rational standards are swept aside. We have forgotten which problem we were trying to solve. It is curious to observe that even scientifically trained researchers who accept the idea of multiple universes, or the few ufologists who understand the idea that space-time could be folded to allow almost instantaneous travel from one point of our universe to another, still cling emotionally to the notion that any nonhuman form of conscious- ness is necessarily from outer space. In this respect my ufologist friends are making the very same error they denounce so strongly among SETI researchers: they are only will- ing to accept aliens that originate very far away from us. The simple truth is this: if there is a form of life and consciousness that operates on properties of space-time we have not yet discovered, then it does not have to be extraterrestrial. It could come from any place and any time, even from our own environment. It could certainly come from another solar system in our galaxy, or from another galaxy. But it could also coexist with us and remain undetected. The entities could be multidimensional beyond space-time itself. They could even be frac- tal beings. The earth could be their home port. The idea that we are about to encounter new enemies in outer space contains unfathomable power. And the human greed for power explains many apparent miracles. As for the vocal claim that there are nine flying saucers in a hangar near Las Vegas and a city full of mean little gray humanoids eating human flesh under New Mexico, it represents a fascinating new kind of revelation in our culture. If you can make enough people believe it, then they will believe anything else you tell them. They will follow you anywhere. Perhaps that will turn out to be the key to the allegedly secret revelations that a few well-intentioned Messengers of Deception are so generously offering to a gullible public. And the real story of that deception, like Cassilda's Song, may "die unsung, as tears unshed," and it may never be heard over the clamor of happy multitudes preparing to meet their new alien leaders.