We Might Be All Alone Out Here

It's so incredible - our trusty eye in space is still taking and obeying commands. One of the most astounding, remarkably powerful astrological facts we've uncovered is that we know nothing. Nothing.





There's so much "dark matter" in the known universe I can't begin to estimate how many places life must have taken hold in other galaxies.



But here's a thought, not ignored by many cosmologists:

WHAT IF "LIFE" AS YOU AND I KNOW IT WAS A FREAK ACCIDENT?

When you examine how carbon-based life began here, from some early cosmic thunderbolt into an expanse of ocean, igniting the first nucleated cell, which replicated and sat in the primordial ooze, the tiny one-celled creatures becoming multi-cellular, replicating all over the place until they formed a mosquito, how incredibly random does that sound? So so random.

Almost TOO random.

Maybe the most accidental things are really well-planned out chaos.

The theory of chaotic discipline in the universe isn't new, and it's very ponderous - maybe we humans are thinking a bit too much about it all.

Life - so far as we know - has not occurred anywhere else but here.

I know, you're thinking of water. Where's there's water, life can flourish. You're thinking of the polar ice caps of Mars, or Neptune. But that's not frozen water, it's permanently solid gas - mostly methane. There's just no proof that liquid water ran freely on Mars or anywhere else we've been able to explore. Except here.


And we don't understand any other life but water and carbon. On this planet there are 3 forms of life and no more: animal, vegetable and mineral. No silicone-based life, no floating gas-based life.

So picture what a creature on Jupiter would look like: It's a gas giant, any life would be gaseous, perhaps like a blown up jelly-fish sort of structure with tentacles to reach out and grab "food" from the gas clouds. What food?

As I look at this planet from the vantage of space, I have to wonder:

Was this all one big accident?