Space is something I wonder every day about. The cosmos as we see it never ends. Most people ignore space, we're so used to the night sky that we ignore what it actually is. We think it's just a giant black painting with little white specs plastered all over, like a toddlers finger painting. We never take the time to stop and think "Hey, those white specs may be the father of another smart species.".. In perspective, there's billions of Galaxies we are aware of out there, each of these BILLIONS of galaxies harbor billions of stars, each of these stars most likely have more than a few planets, I'm not much of a mathy person, but I know that a billion times a billion is a lot, and times the outcome between 100-900 and that's the close proximity to how many stars there are in the universe, not counting the planets they can have. Life is out there, we're doing nothing to pursue it, we spend money on killing people rather than doing what matters and finding a second home. Mars or the moon wont cut it. The government will never let civilians on those places without risking huge dilemmas. I guess I was just born at the wrong place and time...

Let's just hope the hindu way of death is real and be born on another planet and body, another holder of which could hopefully be the paradise everyone here mistaken on making.