We are intrepid Knights locked in struggle, my friend. Involved (to our necks) in anomalous trends, we fight the good fight but we fight without end for the credence deserved for these UFOs, then. …And what can that be but regard for our skies alive and a crawl with what “stranger” who “flies.”
Dismissed with the “fringer,” our battle uphill, the mainstream’s avoidance a sad—bitter—pill, we strain and we struggle for reason’s fair share; we want some good answers. We question; we dare!
Something’s occurring! It’s straining credulity! Something’s emerging! A denial’s futility! Conditions are global; it happens, remember, to folks too disparate to fake it—comprende? I know some myself. Honest folk, most convincing… …reporting they’re TAKEN and TIME has gone *missing*.