It might be better to be a mysticist than an armchair naturalist. Is there life after death? It just seems that the former is needed much more right now. Thus aliens exist.
Question: What are the chances that there is life on other planets?
Answer: Ten to the power of six.
I prefer the armchair, would we not stop smelling the roses otherwise? Not to mention that I’d shit my pants if I saw an alien, whether it was peaceful or not. Just the thought makes me shiver.
To value one’s own life is to understand life abound. Am I incorrect?
Nevertheless. There are two simple realisations here. Its a tree that might seem obvious and, what do you hear?