These were two quality guys, persons having to otherwise demonstrate a rare degree of intelligence, competence, and skill in the kick-back mode. The sun had just gone down and dusk was washing out to the blackness of the unappreciated starry night.
As it flew, one of the men remarked that the craft had very peculiar position lights. These lights were white strobes that ran from "wing"-tip to "wing"-tip, and then back again... additionally there was no evidence of the required red and green (left and right) tip lights, and no flashing anti-collision light...
What teaches us such cowardice?
It's suggested by the larger reality, cited in the forbidden index, and proved in the heart of the individual. It's "got to ~be~ something" for sure.