Since the dawn of consciousness, when humans stood naked under the stars, the question of “others” has echoed through thousands of generations. In the middle of the 20th century, when the world was still sleeping in the intoxication of war and science, a crack in the sky over Roswell in 1947 made humanity tremble. In the middle of the arid desert, cold pieces of metal fell, unlike any alloy ever created by humans. Reports were suppressed, testimonies were distorted, but in the eyes of the witnesses, there was something undeniable – a message from beyond the sky.
Since then, thousands of strange lights have been recorded: Lubbock in 1951, Phoenix in 1997, and countless images from satellites in the 21st century. Whether denied, ridiculed, or labeled “illusions,” UFOs have returned to the collective memory of humanity as a reminder: we are never alone. Not all the lights in the sky are shooting stars; some change direction, stop, and disappear. And in that moment, the silence of the universe becomes as heavy as a confession of humanity – that we understand only a small part of existence.
In the 2020s, as the world opens up through the lens of the Pentagon, official reports admit for the first time: “unidentified flying objects exist.” Not the product of any nation. Not within the realm of physics that contemporary science can explain. Behind the dry words of military men, the universe sighs — as if it has waited too long to be recognized.
If there is another civilization, it is not only from far away, but also from “before time began.” Perhaps they have witnessed the formation of the Earth, observed humanity evolve, and sent out subtle signals – lights, radio waves, or flight paths snaking through the night clouds. They do not attack, but they do not say hello. Perhaps because they are waiting for us to become wise enough to understand that war, ambition, and fear are only faint echoes of the primitive. And only when humanity is sufficiently awakened will they reveal themselves – not to conquer, but to impart knowledge.
UFO – “Unidentified Flying Object” – is not just a scientific term, but a symbol of the limits of human perception. In every flash of light that streaks across the sky, we see not just metal, but the very question of existence. Believers, they do not just look for traces, they look for meaning. Because believing in UFOs is also believing in the infinite possibilities of intelligence – that the universe does not waste space for just one species.
Ancient cultures – from Egypt, Maya, to Ly Dynasty Vietnam – all left behind drawings, stone statues, and legends about “people from the sky”. Could it be that UFOs are a continuation of that myth, when humans began to name the sacred in the language of science? From pyramids to satellites, from ancient stones to radar, there is an invisible red thread connecting all eras – the flight path of knowledge and the desire to transcend limits.
And when night falls, looking up at the cold constellations, we suddenly understand: UFOs are real, not only because radar records them, but because our hearts still know how to look up and wonder. The truth of UFOs lies not in metal, but in the belief that we are not alone in the infinite. Perhaps they have been here all along – in the dreams of our ancestors, in our art, in our beliefs, and in the very evolution of our minds. We have seen them, in our fear, in our confusion, and in our yearning for the sky.
If UFOs do indeed land one day, we may not be surprised. Because at the deepest level, humans have always known that the universe is not silent. Truth sometimes does not need to be proven – it just needs to be felt. And UFOs, like all enduring myths, have crossed the line between reality and dream, between science and belief, to become a mirror of humanity itself – small, curious, and immortal in its quest to understand the infinite.
