Originally Posted By: doc47
Thank you AZKomet.
I feel small and insignificant now.
looking at these distances and marveling at the number of Galaxies and Superclusters, I always wonder how many different lifeforms are out there and how advanced some of those are.
Some must be millions if not billions of years adanced, relative to us, some may have come and gone and some may be cruising the universe at speeds that Einstein's e=mc2 forbids. Who are we to know the truth, we have only really learned some of the complicated stuff for the last 100 years, tops.


Which reminds me of the story of Holmes and Watson out camping. Holmes rolls over in his sleeping bag and says to Watson, "Dr. Watson, look up and tell me what you perceive."

And here's another "guy" who wrestled with this problem.

warty bliggens, the toad
By Don Marquis, in "archy and mehitabel," 1927


i met a toad
the other day by the name
of warty bliggens
he was sitting under
a toadstool
feeling contented
he explained that when the cosmos
was created
that toadstool was especially
planned for his personal
shelter from sun and rain
thought out and prepared
for him

do not tell me
said warty bliggens
that there is not a purpose
in the universe
the thought is blasphemy
a little more
conversation revealed
that warty bliggens
considers himself to be
the center of the same
universe
the earth exists
to grow toadstools for him
to sit under
the sun to give him light
by day and the moon
and wheeling constellations
to make beautiful
the night for the sake of
warty bliggens

to what act of yours
do you impute
this interest on the part
of the creator
of the universe
i asked him
why is it that you
are so greatly favored

ask rather
said warty bliggens
what the universe
has done to deserve me
if i were a
human being i would
not laugh
too complacently
at poor warty bliggens
for similar
absurdities
have only too often
lodged in the crinkles
of the human cerebrum

archy

Watson gazes up into the night sky and muses, " My dear Holmes, I see the vast expanse of the cosmos stretching above us. I hear the music of the spheres. I see the infinite harmony of God's creation limning into ever increasing and unimaginable reaches of distance. I see man's insignificance in this vast order...."
"No, no, no, Watson!" exclaims Holmes. "Someone has stolen our tent!!"