unexplained phenomenon

... or how i learned to stop worrying and love the alien.

I love bringing up this topic. And although I have been guilty of indulging in a conspiracy theory or two and while I enjoy a good sci-fi flick now and then, I can't say I believe in aliens: only that I don't not believe in them. The idea of aliens are like lemonhead candies to my brain. Their strangeness is stimulating and they leave a sour aftertaste.

I hear a lot of debate on whether ET's are good or evil; are we talking "Cocoon" or "War of the Worlds"? Steven Hawking (in his random warning to humanity against making contact with aliens) seems to be in the latter camp. However, this sketch for me is more like phoning home.

Other than the little flying saucer dude hovering above the front two figures, the doodle could seem to reflect a general human condition thing. Sometimes I have had the feeling that like we are not alone, that behind the scenes lie little helpers and little troublemakers. I don't know if they are alien, or just parts of ourselves not limited to the world of form.