But we barely know anything about how life on our own works, much less came about. We barely know anything concrete about anything.

We’re just hairless (mostly) apes running amok having discovered how to trap fire inside little bits of copper and sand.

We’ll look as primitive to our descendants in 10,000 years as our ancestors of 10,000 years look to us.

I guess I’m saying that, I think, our views on the universe and life are only very slightly more accurate than they were when those ancestors were painting what they saw in caves.

I think our hubris tells us we understand far more than we do. I think if you take that into account, the possibility for life existing elsewhere in the universe is an absolute fact.

I surmise, that for us to think that we’re the only sentient life in the unimaginably vast universe is the ultimate manifestation of our drive for self-preservation.

We want to survive and propagate our DNA above all else, therefor we must be vigilant against all threats, therefor if we consider ourselves at the center of the universe, we can be sure to never neglect anything that might indeed be a threat.

The problem with this instinct is that it clouds our conscious judgement into thinking that the universe does indeed revolve around us and then we make conclusions according to that fallacy.

I think life in the universe is as ubiquitous as rocks. It’s everywhere in all manner of forms and sophistication. We just won’t have the tools to see or hear it for maybe a couple hundred years or so. But once we do, we’ll have a chuckle at how we could be so arrogant as a species to ever think we were alone.