This is my theory: bdfyobgsougt

Bdfyobgsougt: We are the genetic descendants of aliens, the owners of a planet destroyed by natural disaster...

The word aliens here can be mink-bodied creatures with big heads, big black eyes, tiny noses, or stones or rock particles that stray in the endless space and contain seeds of life...

After all, if we do not know the beginning or the end of time, and we do not know where evolution will begin and end, or whether only the part of space that we can see is the size of a pinhole next to the part we cannot see;

It means we don't know that anything is certain.

I think today, just as we tried to go to the Moon, if we were trying to send people to Mars, couldn't it be the hope of discovering new worlds that caused our ancestors who lived in this world in the past to leave this world by evolving just as we did?