This week, Friday 's regular weekly columnist wonders about aliens

The problem with being even a moderately small planet in the massive universe that is facebook is that you are susceptible to getting drawn into black holes caused by others.
You know I am not a massive social networker, I don't spend time poking and writing on walls, but now and again, I will use the platform to communicate with friends who are either overseas, or sitting just around the corner in the office! Opening up my profile leaves me open to many dangers, and not just from stalky ex-girlfriends wondering if I have lost my hair. I have enough random stuff rattling around in my head without being exposed to other people's, but once you log on, it's just there in front of you and you can't resist reading it.
Did y'all see the report on the increase in UFO sightings? There's no argument that the footage, of whatever it is, is quite compelling. Inevitably, everyone has an opinion about whether there could be such things as aliens and flying saucers and you know what, this isn't even the point of this week's article.
When I engaged in a conversation on this subject last week, I started my argument by asking "Can you actually get your head around the fact that "space", the stuff above our heads, is infinite?"
As I actually started to say the sentence I felt the space between my ears expand to the dimensions of my question, and just trying to imagine something never ending actually made my brain hurt. I mean, if we fired a space rocket straight up in the air, above the clouds, past the planets, out of our solar system, so our whole universe was in its rear-view mirror, it would just keep going forever to infinity and beyond. It'd never stop abruptly by bashing into a wall like in The Truman Show, because there is no wall. That's a mad crazy thought innit? So if your mind can start to rationalise even part of that reality of constant space and endless nothingness with a trillion squillion stars, planets, solar universes contained within, the mere mathematical fact that ours should be the only planet with "life" seems statistically improbable.
If this is making your head hurt like it does mine I have no problem if you skip to the recipes. The argument probably is if "life" is as we understand it. I don't care about amoeba and single-cell organisms. I would hate to be on the rocket I mentioned earlier hurtling into infinity and suddenly I crash land and all I encounter are single cell organisms. I would really need to find an ET-type, hoover-shaped being that rode a bike, to call the trip a success.
Makes you feel kinda lonely if truly we are the only ones don't you think?
Star-Trek-ingly Yours
G*Nice