Maybe aliens visit our minds.
Could they constitute some unseen mass of writhing brain probing tentacles? Reading, testing, measuring, analysing the subjects in a great experiment of human life, on a single planet in the cosmos.
Antimatter, inadvertently, stimulating synapses; producing ideas, inspiration, revelations, and answers to oft perplexing questions. I wonder if one’s muse is alien intervention.
Do they occasionally, take control, resulting in actions out of character? Are they represented in prodigy, prophecy and genius? Those who appear non conforming of societal norms. Are they more or less in tune with the puppetry of the Universe?
The movie Being John Malkovich lurks, malevolently, in my consciousness.