I was sixteen, or so when I became very aware of and equally intrigued by the existence of the universe. This was about the time when it dawned on me how completely insignificant size-wise planet Earth was, a spec of dust floating within an infinite and certainly mysterious space. More than that, humans were living on that spec of dust! I would also often wonder, was anyone else out there? Were we the only ones within that infinite cosmic space? I did not doubt for a moment that could not be.
The more I questioned the reasons behind the existence of humans and the cosmos, the more convinced I was there must be a rational explanation for that. And while looking for my own connection to IT, instinctively, I would not consider the possibility that a supernatural god made all appear out of nothing, as we were told in church. I knew only science could provide a rational logical explanation, one that for now was missing. Not only that, I perceived the theory of evolution as making as much sense as the story about god creating the world in six days by simply snapping his divine fingers. Both stories were founded on miracles and belief.