The universe is like the tree of life. It branches out and evolves. It has children and grandchildren. As time comes to pass, the universe dies out, giving life to new universes. To me, at least, that describes life here (on this planet) to a t. Why would it be any different up in that big place we call space? Life is life. It keeps on blooming.
Again, I don't care what anyone else believes. Everyone can think whatever they want. My gut tells me this is true, but I don't really want it to be and I never want to know if it is true... I wish it was more simple than that, but in actuality, the process is fairly easy to understand, when you compare it to life here on Earth. In the grand scheme of things, though, does it really matter? Is that really what life is all about? Trying to figure out what it is and how it came to be, your whole 'life'? No, I don't think so. Would that be much of a life? Always looking for the answer, when you're sitting right in front of it? I think it should be about living it, don't you?