Tonight we watched the unthinkably twee “mockumentary” called The Buried Secret of M. Night Shyamalan, which was made bearable only by the presence of Ilana Levine, who offers an oasis of quality in any misbegotten production. The show did ask an interesting question at one point, however: “Which are you more inclined to believe in, ghosts – or aliens among us?”
To, me the question was sort of like asking if the tooth fairy or Santa Claus seemed more realistic (my answer: tooth fairy), but Tessa and I spent the better part of an hour formulating an answer.
I had to say that my head would answer “aliens,” because it wouldn’t require a complete paradigm shift in the afterlife. My heart, however, would answer “ghosts,” because of long-held mysticisms and all those stories everyone else has about plates and jewelry being rearranged while you sleep.
Here’s the thing about aliens. You’d have to be a pigheaded, grotesquely-exceptionalist moron not to believe there are other self-aware, sentient races of creatures out in space. Where it gets hard is believing they’ve come here, and have elaborately avoided detection. First, they’d have to have a reason to stay undetected (which seems counterintuitive given the distance they’d traveled) and the means to do so. Not impossible, mind you, but stunningly unlikely.
But ghosts are another matter. If we’re talking about the clich