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In a surprising revelation, John Ratcliffe, the top intelligence officer with the Trump administration, revealed in an interview that there are many more UFO sightings than have been made public. Some of them have been declassified.
In a recent interview in Fox News, the former Director of National Intelligence says:
“When we talk about sightings, we are talking about objects that have been seen by Navy or Air Force pilots or have been picked up by satellite imagery that frankly engage in actions that are difficult to explain.”
“Movements that are hard to replicate that we don’t have the technology for. Or traveling at speeds that exceed the sound barrier without a sonic boom.”
A new Pentagon report will also detail any threats posed by the aerial phenomena and whether foreign adversaries are suspected of controlling them.
“Weather can cause disturbances, visual disturbances,” Ratcliffe said.
“Sometimes we wonder whether or not our adversaries have technologies that are a bit further down the road than we thought or than we realized. But these are instances where we don’t have good explanations for some of the things that we have seen.”
Ratcliff’s remarks came several months after the Pentagon declassified three well-known UFO videos, acknowledging that the footage was shot by US Navy pilots.
In the interview, Ratcliffe said, the sightings, which have been reported across the globe, extend beyond “just a pilot or just a satellite, or some intelligence collection.”
“Usually, we have multiple sensors that are picking up these things … some of these are unexplained phenomena, and there is actually quite a few more than have been made public,” he said.
The Pentagon report is expected to be released by June 1.
Everybody knows somebody that have seen that kind of UFOs or even you are one of those that have experienced that sightings.
What do you think about that? I’ll give to you three options to start:
Looking forward for your comments!
There is a new paper from Oxford University that says there is a 53% possibility that the humankind is alone in the Milky Way and another 40% possibility that there is no one but us in the visible universe. That is a sad perspective that was calculated through applying estimated (to say guess) values to the Drake equation:
N= R∗ x fp x ne x fl x fi x fc x L
N = the number of civilizations in our galaxy with which communication might be possible
R∗ = the average rate of star formation in our galaxy
fp = the fraction of those stars that have planets
ne = the average number of planets that can potentially support life per star that has planets
fl = the fraction of planets that could support life that actually develop life at some point
fi = the fraction of planets with life that actually go on to develop intelligent life (civilizations)
fc = the fraction of civilizations that develop a technology that releases detectable signs of their existence into space
L = the length of time for which such civilizations release detectable signals into space
Traditional answer to N uses to be near to 20.
The academics try to address the known as the Fermi Paradox, that calculates the possible colonize of the Milky way by an intelligent specie in a few tens of million years. You can see the paper here: https://arxiv.org/pdf/1806.02404.pdf
Although is true that we cannot assume that the values utilized are closer to the reality, we cannot either suppose the opposite. The Drake Equation was always based on estimates and we have to let the millennia elapse in order to discover the rough value that we should apply to every factor on the calculation.
Having all that in mind, I’ve preferred to still believing on the previous and more optimistic number, because… Is not a better universe the one with at least one intelligent species in it?
Uno de los comentarios que me suelen hacer cuando conozco a alguien por primera vez es: a mi me gustaría escribir algo, pero soy incapaz.
¿Sabéis una cosa? Yo también era incapaz.
Siempre he sido un lector compulsivo. Aprendí a leer con tres años, gracias a mi madre, y no he dejado de hacerlo desde entonces. A partir de los ocho años, mis padres me prohibieron los libros entre semana porque me abstraía y no era capaz de hacer otra cosa que leer. Entonces aprovechaba cuando me mandaban a dormir. Con la casa a oscuras y debajo de las sábanas, encendía la luz de mi reloj casio-calculadora para leer todo el tiempo que pudiera. Y no paraba hasta que no acababa el libro de turno. Desarrollé lectura rápida por cuestiones de salud mental relacionadas con la falta de sueño.
Cuando sacaba malas notas en clase, a partir de la adolescencia y por culpa de las hormonas (evidentemente), mi padre me prohibía los libros en fin de semana también para obligarme a esforzarme más.
Teniendo en cuenta mi historial de lectura, a los catorce años decidí que quería convertirme en escritor. Muy ufano, me imaginaba dedicando mi tiempo a escribir y a compartir mis obras con el resto de la humanidad que, aunque no se lo mereciera, iba a disfrutar de la incomparable fecundidad del Cervantes del siglo XX.
En aquella época escribí mis primeras páginas. Cual fue mi decepción, cuando descubrí que no solo era un escritor mediocre, sino que aquellas frases unidas con gran esfuerzo y sudor mental se convertían ante mis ojos en un engendro espantoso que no podía leer sin ruborizarme.
Entendedme, no es que sufra de falta de autoestima, ni siquiera durante mi adolescencia. Es que yo leía mucho y ya sabía reconocer cuando algo valía la pena o no había por donde cogerlo. Lamentablemente mi escritura caía dentro de este segundo caso. Eso me desilusionó bastante y no volví a intentar escribir hasta entrados los veinte años. Otro panfleto infumable y otra desilusión. Y decidí que no valía para escribir.
Sabía como tenía que ser un libro para que fuese bueno, lo había visto millones de veces. Pero sencillamente, era incapaz de reproducirlo.
Ese era mi problema realmente. Intentaba fabricar un libro bueno. Pero al hacer esto, incluso teniendo una buena idea para el argumento, era incapaz de plasmarla con un resultado digno porque intentaba construir un libro en lugar de contar una historia.
Muchos más años más tarde (no, no diré cuantos), teniendo ya hijos en fase de cuento nocturno, me dediqué como cualquier padre cariñoso a contarles cuentos por las noches. Con una peculiaridad: yo no quería desvelarles, así que comencé a contarles las historias con la luz apagada y, pese a mi experiencia con el Casio, mi vista no daba para leer los cuentos con una luz tan tenue como la que se filtraba desde el pasillo. Así que decidí inventarme las historias sobre la marcha. No hay nada más inspirador que el ansia de un niño por un cuento nuevo, así que tenía que estrujarme el cerebro cada noche para que fueran apareciendo brujas, gigantes y heroínas en situaciones cada vez más enrevesadas que acababan haciendo las delicias de los pequeñajos. Aunque con tanta emoción, el deseo de no desvelarles se desvanecía muchas noches en el fragor de la historia. Brujos, duendes y malvados personajes de ficción se encargaban de que los niños se mantuvieran despiertos mucho más tiempo del que podría haberlo hecho una inocente lamparita de noche.
Fue entonces cuando descubrí que no podía construir un libro basado en su estructura, ni siquiera en su argumento o en una idea nueva, sino que tenía que contarle una historia a alguien. Ya fuera a otra persona o a mí mismo.
Así que no volváis a decidme que vosotros no podríais escribir un libro. Intentadlo, veréis como funciona. Se hace constantemente en el día a día. Como cuando cuentas una anécdota en una reunión familiar o de amigos. Puedes ir añadiendo tantos datos imaginarios como desees. Si la cuentas sinceramente y con pasión les encantará.
One of the comments I usually get when I first meet someone is: I’d like to write something, but I’m incapable. You know what? I was incapable too.
I’ve always been a compulsive reader. I learned to read when I was three years old (thanks to my mother) and I haven’t stopped reading since. From the age of eight, my parents banned me from books on weekdays because I was always distracted, and I wasn’t able to do anything else. Then I would take advantage of the light from my CASSIUS-calculator wristwatch to read under the sheets when the light went out. And he wouldn’t stop until he finished the book on duty.
I developed quick reading by force. When I got bad grades in class, starting in my teens and because of hormones (obviously), my father forbade me to read books on the weekend too to force me to try harder.
Given my reading history, at the age of fourteen I decided I wanted to become a writer. Very proud, I imagined myself dedicating my life to writing and sharing my works with the rest of humanity that, although not deserved, they were going to enjoy the incomparable fruitfulness of the Cervantes of the twentieth century. Then I wrote my first pages. What was my disappointment, when I discovered that I was not only a mediocre writer, but those letters united with great effort and mental sweat were a dreadful mess that I could not read without blushing. Understand me, it’s not like I suffer from a lack of self-esteem, even in adolescence. It’s just that I read a lot and I already knew how to recognize when something was worth it or there was nowhere to take it. Unfortunately, my writing fell into this second case.
That disappointed me quite a bit and I didn’t try to write again until I was around twenty years old. Another insufferable pamphlet and another disappointment. Then I decided it wasn’t worth writing. I knew what a book had to be like for it to be good, I’d seen it millions of times. But I was simply unable to reproduce it.
That was really my problem. I was trying to make a good book, but even with a good idea, I was unable to capture it because I was trying to build a book instead of telling a story. Many more years later (no, I won’t say how many), having children already in the night story phase, I dedicated myself like any caring father to tell them stories at night. With a peculiarity: I didn’t want to reveal them, so I started telling them the stories with the light off and, despite my experience with the Cassius, my view was not good enough to read the stories in a light as dim as the one that filtered from the hallway. So, I decided to make up the stories on the fly. There’s nothing more inspiring than a child’s craving for a new tale, so I had to squeeze my brain every night to have witches, giants and heroines appear in increasingly convoluted situations that ended up delighting the little ones. That’s when I found out I couldn’t build a book based on its structure, not even its plot or a new idea, but had to tell someone a story. Whether it was someone else or me.
Try it, you’ll see how it works. It’s like when you tell an anecdote at a family or friends meeting. You can add as much data from your imagination as you want. If you tell it sincerely and passionately people will love it.
Hay muchas razones para comenzar a escribir. La más obvia, es que uno siente la necesidad expresarse de una manera diferente, más reflexiva. Tomándose el tiempo suficiente para poder desarrollar apropiadamente lo que quiere contar.
Puede que un autor escriba solo para si mismo o quizá tiene algo tan importante que compartir con los demás que llega a convertirse en algo compulsivo, una necesidad.
Nuestro escritor novel incluso puede haberse sentido atraído por la posibilidad de obtener fama y fortuna, aunque estos últimos tienden a escribir novelas de fantasía y a gastar enormes cantidades de dinero en juegos de azar.
En cualquiera de los anteriores casos, el escritor es siempre un lector ávido, que trata de emular e incluso mejorar aquellos libros que le han marcado durante su vida. Intenta transmitir a los demás o a sí mismo las emociones que le llevaron a forjar su personalidad. Ya sea mediante la fantasía, o mediante la divulgación de un pensamiento científico, filosófico, artístico, ético, biográfico…
En mi caso, he de confesar que me impulsa un pensamiento a medio camino entre el altruismo de los que buscan la felicidad del lector y el afán monetario de los que desean el dinero y la fama: Yo quiero contar una historia. Esa historia, comencé contándomela a mí mismo, y luego pasé a contársela a otras personas. A mi Lector Ideal (como bien dice Stephen King), pero principalmente a mi mismo.
Y… ¿cuál es mi motivo para contarme a mí mismo una historia? Os preguntaréis. Un escritor debiera conocer de antemano su creación, al fin y al cabo, sale de su cabeza. Pues ni más ni menos que desentrañar los detalles que hacen que un cuento merezca la pena. Por supuesto, yo conozco los personajes de La Galaxia Elíptica, ya que han salido de mi imaginación. Y también conozco el desarrollo aproximado de la trama que conduce los libros. Incluso tengo perfilado el desenlace de una forma bastante clara.
Sin embargo, no tengo ni idea de cómo se va a desarrollar mi próximo capítulo. Hay personajes con los que tengo la firme intención de llegar al final del libro, de verdad. En cambio, se encuentran con un trágico desenlace debido a una situación de la que no consiguen salir con vida. Esto puede tener un impacto pequeño en el argumento, o uno insignificante, pero no cambia el hecho de que han perecido miserablemente, dejándome a mí con un problema que solucionar.
No me toméis por un alma insensible y despiadada por favor. Lamento tanto su pérdida como podáis lamentarla vosotros. Yo diría que incluso más, ya que son hijos míos de alguna manera.
Por muy insignificante que sea su papel en la historia que estoy contando, yo conozco a esas personas mucho más íntimamente que cualquiera en este mundo. Sé de sus anhelos y sus esperanzas, sus amores y sus desengaños. Los hijos que les aguardan en ese hogar al que nunca volverán. Cuando me pongo a escribir, me sumerjo en su mundo y los acompaño desde su primer y vacilante paso en el libro, hasta su triste final.
Sin embargo, lo creáis o no, es la historia es la que me conduce a mí, y no al revés. Ella toma sus propias decisiones y me conduce a lugares que no sabía que existían, que realmente no existían al principio, cuando todo comenzó a ocurrir.
Esa es la razón por la que escribo. No solo porque espero que os guste y os transporte a otro mundo (que también), sino porque…
¡Quiero saber qué va a pasar!
The most obvious reason to start writing is the need to express oneself in a different, more thoughtful way. Writing allows us to take enough time to properly develop what you want to tell.
An author may write only for himself or perhaps have something so important to share with others that it becomes compulsive, a necessity.
A novice writer may even have been drawn to the possibility of fame and fortune, although that kind tend to write fantasy novels and spend huge amounts of money on gambling.
In any of the above cases, the writer is always an avid reader, who tries to emulate and even improve those books that have marked him during his life. He tries to convey to others or himself the emotions that led him to forge his personality. Whether making it through fantasy, or by spreading a scientific, philosophical, artistic, ethical, biographical thinking…
I must confess that I am driven by a thought halfway between the altruism of those who seek the happiness of the reader and the monetary eagerness of those who desire money and fame: I want to tell a story. That story, I started telling it to myself, and then I went on to tell it to other people. To my Ideal Reader (as Stephen King rightly says), but mainly to myself.
And what’s my reason for telling myself a story? You’ll wonder. A writer should know in advance his creation, after all, it comes out of his head. Well, no more, no less than unraveling the details that make a story worthwhile. Of course, I know the characters of The Elliptical Galaxy, as they have come out of my imagination. And I also know the approximate development of the plot that drives the books. I’ve even profiled the outcome in a pretty clear way.
However, I have no idea how my next chapter is going to unfold. There are characters with which I have a firm intention to reach the end of the book, really. Instead, they encounter a tragic outcome because of a situation they fail to get out of alive. This may have a small impact on the argument, or an insignificant one, but it doesn’t change the fact that they have perished miserably, leaving me with a problem to solve.
Don’t take me for a callous and ruthless soul, please. I’m so sorry for her loss, and you can regret it. I would say even more, since they are my children in some way.
As insignificant as they role are in the story, I know those people much more intimately than anyone in this world. I know of their longings and hopes, their loves and disappointments. The children who await them home to which they will never return. When I start writing, I immerse myself in their world and accompany them from their first hesitant step in the book, to their sad end.
In the end, believe it or not, the story that leads me, not the opposite. She makes her own decisions and drives me to places that I didn’t know existed, and that they even shouldn’t exist.
That’s why I write. Not only because I hope you like it and transport you another world, but because…
I want to know what’s going to happen!!
Acabo de terminar la revisión y maquetación del segundo volumen de ‘La Galaxia Elíptica’. A mi me gusta más que el anterior, pero yo soy algo parcial en esto.
¡Disfrutadlo!
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