I'll admit I fell for the hoax about plastic being found on Mars, but for the first time in a long while I felt happy.
Why? I'm not sure. Maybe it just felt good to have something to believe, to know how I fit into the universe. If Mars had prehistoric life, if life was something that just happened, it would answer so many questions.
The scariest headline I saw all year was, "What if we're alone?"
It scared me.
I mean it's not that I was expecting grey aliens waiting to contact me, but the idea that in the vastness of space, humans are not unique, that Earth is not unique was somewhat of a comfort.
I don't expect an intergalactic federation of alien life or anything, but it would be nice to know that in the grand scheme of things, life can live or die, and then live or die somewhere else. That extinction of life on Earth wouldn't mean the end of life.
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