Of course, once my heart stopped racing I realized it wasn't a gargoyle - but rather my cat, perched on the edge of the armrest. My cat is black, and she was sitting near two throw pillows with lots of black in them. Between the kitty and the pillows - and the early morning lighting - the resulting silhouette created a dark, skeletal monster on the sofa. I chuckled at the tricks my mind played. I felt like I had seen an animal in the clouds, or Jesus on a piece of toast. But what really got my attention was that, even after I knew it just was my cat, when I purposely looked to find the "little being" again, I jumped just as hard. There is something inherently frightening about these figures - the gargoyles, ghosts, and Grays of folklore - and we human beings are hardwired to react to them negatively. And I say this because I consider myself a pretty intelligent guy, but when I mistook my cat for something more sinister this morning, all I wanted to do was to run from it. Or kill it.
And as we grow to understand our universe's dimensions, we'll learn to accept those beings who might not look like us - in the same way we grew out of our racism, and learned to coexist with people of every color. In this case, the little green men.
Chuckling...as Kermit the frog once said, It's not easy being green.