Are We Alone? - 'The Fourth Kind'

HH and I recently watched the thriller 'The Fourth Kind' together. It's supposedly a reenactment of 'real' events which happened in the town of Nome, Alaska. Watching it, we had no idea if it was truly based on real events or not, and a bit of research online would tell anyone it's simply a Hollywood movie, trying a new angle to capture interest.

Well, it did. It is interesting. I don't recommend it for children, certainly not. However, it was interesting and it kept me awake, which I admit can be difficult to do. Whether it is based on real events or not, doesn't matter that much to me. What was interesting to me, is that it sparks conversation. HH and I talked a bit about alien life, are we alone, where might God's existence enter into the dilemma, and so on. I like movies that make people talk, where the topic fuels us in some way.

HH asked me directly, 'What do you think? Do aliens exist?'
I paused for a long moment, especially after seeing this movie, and honestly, I said, 'I just don't know. Maybe we aren't meant to know.' I just can't see getting too crazy about something that I might never know the truth on.

I will say one thing though, that this movie did for me. It allowed me to remember back to my Junior High Science class, when my Science teacher, Mr. Sundstrum, asked the class to take a moment and imagine the scope, depth, length, width, shape or any other attributes concerning size, when picturing the universe. Many students offered an image that their imaginations had conjured up.

I wasn't about to raise my hand. Mr. Sundstrum called on me anyway, asking for my imaginative picture, which I had none to offer. I simply told him this: 'When I picture the bigness of space, I feel like a speck of dust, on a little pebble called Earth. How can a speck of dust appreciate the vastness of the universe with any imagination?'

His response was so typical of a Science teacher, 'Young lady, this is Science class, not Philosophy.' He quickly moved on.

He gave me a 'C' that year. I suppose I deserved it.

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