Space isn't remote at all. It's only an hour's drive away if your car could go straight upwards.

In short there is not a shred of objective evidence to support the hypothesis that life began in an organic soup here on the Earth.

There is a coherent plan to the universe, though I don't know what it's a plan for.

The universe is a put-up job.

There are many ways of knocking electrons out of atoms. The simplest is to rub two surfaces together.

Imagine 1050 blind persons each with a scrambled Rubik's cube, and try to conceive of the chance of them all simultaneously arriving at the solved form. You then have a chance of arriving by random shuffling, of just one of the many biopolymers on which life depends. The notion that not only the biopolymers but the operating program of a living cell could be arrived at by chance in a primordial organic soup here on the Earth is evidently nonsense of a high order.

Here we are in this wholly fantastic universe with scarcely a clue as to whether our existence has any real significance.