The older I am, the more I feel humankind explores the Universe to get to know our homeland, planet Earth.
From the very beginning and consciously analyzing surroundings and environment (did this process symbolically start when our ancestors, cave dwellers, drew the Pleiades in Lascaux caves?), people wonder how the human species appeared on this planet. We have always been trying to figure it out. Still, there is no evidence, only hypotheses (including the one that states life on Earth appeared from the Universe) or beliefs (with the Christian religion at the forefront). That’s why we try to find answers in the Universe. We try to find it on the Moon, asteroids, or other planets, with Mars and Venus at the forefront.
We want to find hints and clues regarding broadly defined life in the sky above us.
The truth is we hope to get information about ourselves from outer space (by the way, isn’t Earth placed in the cosmos?). The more I think about all these things, the more I realize we all are cosmic dust, space debris, I would say. No matter if life on our homeland, Earth, appeared with a giant asteroid or comet. Even if something like this happened, we could still name ourselves cosmic beings. After all, our rocky planet formed in space from cosmic debris and dust.
There may have been billions of enormous explosions in the Solar System, much more potent than the human mind has ever created.
That’s why, no matter if Aliens exist or not, searching the Solar System and other celestial bodies is probably one of the best ways to find the answer to how life appeared on Earth. I keep my fingers crossed for NASA and other scientists to find the answer. Still, my intuition tells me we will never see the answer. Still, it is the process of searching that counts. By doing it, we develop as a human species.
