I do. The universe is a big place. That’s an understatement. The universe is so mind-bendingly immense that our planet, on our corner of the galaxy, on this side of it, isn’t even a speck of dust. It’s an atom among trillions of other minuscule atoms, whirling around inside of an ever-growing warehouse.
The universe is also old. Unimaginably old. Billions of years. There has been so much shit happening within every square inch of the universe, of every nanosecond of every day for the last 14 billion years.
Yes, I believe that torrid chemicals, sizzling and being bathed by the radiation of a baby universe, energized by UV radiation, and nuked by the nigh-mystic, morphing, incomprehensibly complex patterns of cosmic plasma, generated by the chaotic proto-storms of a confused and tumultuous ocean of probability, was able to, over thousands or millions of years, piece itself together in a fantastic, beautiful, completely-unexpected, yet utterly necessary form eventually known as “life”.
And not just here, but on hundreds of thousands of other planets. Maybe more.
Yes, I believe life created itself. Not through sentient muck or accident or ‘chance’, but through a beautiful process over ten thousand lifetimes. A process given birth by the nature of our reality. I also believe that it is an almost common phenomena, littering our universe. That makes the fact that it’s here, now, much more beautiful than any religion or ancient fantasy tale could ever make it.