God, Aliens, and the Search for More

Two Questions That Shape Us: God, Aliens, and the Search for More

There are two questions nearly everyone carries, tucked somewhere between childhood wonder and late-night contemplation. They surface in quiet moments, in grief, in awe, in curiosity. They’re ancient, universal, and deeply personal:

Does God exist? Do aliens exist?

We ask them not just to find answers—but to find ourselves.

Does God Exist?

Some say yes. Some say no. Some say, “Not in the way you think.”

God, for many, isn’t a bearded figure in the clouds or a doctrine etched in stone. God is a rhythm. A presence. A memory etched in our bones. A whisper in the garden. A grandmother’s hands. A moment of stillness that feels like being held.

Maybe God is simply the name we give to what cannot be explained, yet is undeniably felt.

Faith, in this sense, isn’t blind—it’s rooted. It grows from experience, from longing, from the ache of beauty and the comfort of connection. It’s the seed planted in mystery that somehow blooms into meaning.

Whether we call it God, Source, Spirit, or simply “something,” the yearning remains. And once it’s awakened, it’s hard to turn away.

Do Aliens Exist?

Maybe. Maybe not. But the question itself is a kind of truth-seeking.

To wonder about aliens is to admit we don’t know everything. It’s to look up at the stars and say, “There’s more.” It’s to believe that life—messy, miraculous life—might not be limited to this planet or this body.

And isn’t that beautiful?

The search for extraterrestrial life isn’t just about science—it’s about humility. It’s about imagination. It’s about the possibility that we are part of a much larger story, one that stretches across galaxies and dimensions we’ve barely begun to understand.

To ask if aliens exist is to ask if we’re alone. And to ask if we’re alone is to hope that we’re not.

The Common Thread

Both questions—God and aliens—invite us to expand. To stretch beyond what we know. To listen more deeply. To wonder more wildly.

They remind us that truth isn’t always found in answers. Sometimes, it’s found in the asking.

So whether you’re praying, stargazing, or simply sitting with the mystery of it all—know this: you’re not alone in your wondering. And maybe, just maybe, that’s the most divine thing of all.