"I don't want to start any blasphemous rumors,
But I think that God's got a sick sense of humor,
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing"
(
Blasphemous Rumors, Depeche Mode)
An aquaintance of mine, a product of an old school Jesuit education like myself, once wondered why, in the vast expanse of the universe, we seem to be the only inhabited planet within sight or detection. We discussed this over a few rounds of liquid enlightenment (in the process boring the bejesus out of our then wives) and we came upon a theory: suppose there has already been an apocalypse, we have already been judged and this planet is our afterlife; we have been effectively banished from all contact with the rest of the universe (or creation) and thus we have never had contact with any other life form. It is something to ponder.