Space is Big

You know what? Space is big. And we're not talking big, we're talking b-i-i-i-i-i-g. Really big. Huge. So big that it hurts my head to comprehend even a small fraction of it. Yea, it's that big. Bigger than Chuck Norris' ego. Yea, that big.

Makes you wonder why people say there isn't more life out there. I mean, it's big. There's a lot of stuff out there. Lots of stuff. I mean, just think about it. Space is endless right. It goes forever and ever in every direction. If it goes forever and ever in every direction, then the line of galaxies must go on forever and ever in every direction also. That means there's an infinite number of galaxies, and an infinite number of planets. Shit, if there isn't life out there in infinity, I'm gonna be really pissed.

I don't think it's a matter of "if" another species will find us. I think it's a matter of when. I mean, space is big. They could have a long way to travel. We could have a long way to travel. Who knows, we may run into them first. Perhaps some of them have already run into each other, and haven't found us yet.

I'm not too bothered about them being evil either. Self gain seems like a stupid reason to travel the universe, you know? Wipe us out, move along... seems stupid. Space is big. There are a lot of planets out there. They don't need ours. No, if we make contact with another species, it will be for advancing both of our races together. To better each other.

I guess the point I'm trying to make here is this: Space is big. Real big. Extremely big. Big big. I can't wait to meet whoever is out there.