It has been said that there's nothing in the universe except pain and misfortune. Whether or not that includes the 57 aliens who have supposedly been cataloged is a matter of opinion. The Disclosure Project is well known for blowing the proverbial doors off of the UFO debate, yet despite their crowded panels and expert testimony, we humble earthlings have yet to make a bona-fide first contact. It is perhaps because we enjoy the mystery more than we enjoy the solution. If there are in fact 57+ aliens known to science, then it takes a bit of the fun out of star gazing and speculating.
There is also the distinct possibility that all 57 species were cataloged on their own individual first contact missions and, having examined humanity to a sufficient degree, each and every one thus far has opted not to develop a deeper relationship. Is this so hard to believe? What do humans really bring to the table in a meeting of the minds with a species that has, first and foremost, mastered interstellar travel? Well, we've got 3 High School the Musical films. That's a start.
Sergeant Clifford Stone made his revelations at a Disclosure Project press conference, where other men from very official fields of study have made very earnest statements on the same subject. He noted that many of the catalogued alien species were humanoid (which is somewhat of a narrow, if not altogether racist view), bipedal creatures. This was meant to have baffled science. It seems like standard operating procedure. Alien species who differ too greatly from our own basic construction would have a more difficult time making contact, communicating, and most of all not being shot to hell should they be seen as abnormal. Even within our own species we have trouble communicating, trouble accepting breaks from the normative paradigm. We're only just now getting to a point where birth defects and handicaps are not looked upon as curses, or a pox upon one's house.
These are reasons why we would be ignored in the universe like an overly tall kid with bad breath who can't get a date to the prom but shows up anyway...alone. The real question is, if we are to accept Sgt. Stone's testimony as fact and not, say, the ramblings of a man who has gone stark raving bonkers, then why is there not more hard evidence? No one questions whether or not coffee beans have any use, or if filtering water through tiny bashed up shards of them could be worth the effort. There's rich, aromatic, delicious proof of it every day. If we consider that the above argument is nonsense and we humans are precisely what other species go tarting off around the galaxy to find, then that leads up to but one explanation regarding the lingering "Are We Alone" question. Namely, that we're all too caught up with our miserable daily lives to notice incoming alien species.
There was an article in a Virginia newspaper that spoke of a particular mountainside in terms of a "highway for aliens". The paper suggested that there were upwards of ten sightings a night. Of course, the only witnesses were the types of people who choose to live on desolate, remote mountainsides in Virginia. Let's face it, us working stiffs are not exactly known for our cosmopolitan views when it comes to people who don't fit mold. Anyone without a mortgage and/or a car payment has got to be a loon and so then, in the pantheon of UFO observers, most are shunted off into the same pit of scorn and ridicule usually reserved for Victorian side show freaks.
Another possible reason could also be that contact is kept secret by governments, so the technology can be reverse engineered, domesticated and then sold to us in the form of ever more advanced microwave ovens. Or maybe they know damn well that should we all realize there is a plethora of life in those many numbered stars and at least 57 are just dying for a chat, then not a single one of us is getting up and going to work the next day.