Sagan wrote:
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
That is because God is not to be found in the vastness of empty space (present, yes, but not found). The stars pointed the way to God only once that I remember in history, and that was to a stable in Bethlehem. In other words, if Sagan seeks to find God in the vasty nothingness of the black, he's looking in the wrong place.
Quote:
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life.
So far. Of the billions upon billions upon billions of other planets, how many of them can we really confirm have no life?
Quote:
Eh, I guess thats a pretty good argument, but it still seems to me that if there is a deity of some sort, why us instead of the other 1238903593284u59234^342 planets that possibly have intelligent life?
That's actually a very silly question if you think about it. It's like asking, "How come whenever I'm looking for something, it's always in the very last place I look?" If we did exist on one of those other planets, then you'd be asking, "How come that one instead of this one?" The answer? Because that is where we are.
So let's review: the empirical evidence available can neither confirm nor deny the existence of either a deity or intelligent life on other planets. This does not - nor can it - constitute proof that they do not exist.
But as for the question (if it is being asked, that is), "Why would God create billions upon billions upon billions of worlds if he did not intend them to serve a useful function?" My answer: why do people hang paintings in their living rooms or dens? Why to people buy nice curtains instead of just throwing old bed sheets over their windows? (Well, at least I prefer nice curtains). People do lots of "useless" things for no other reason than mere aesthetics. Of course, as a former Humanities major, I contend there's nothing useless about aesthetics.
Interestingly enough, I just got done reading
Out of the Silent Planet, a fiction story that offers a very unique perspective on religion and the possibility of extraterrestrial life. It's worth a read. (think reversal: instead of evil aliens invading earth, what if we earthlings were the evil invaders instead?) As soon as I can find my copy of
Perelandra (the next in the series), I'm going to start it. Incidentally, you fans of Narnia might appreciate this fantasy of Lewis geared more for adults.