I hope nobody minds me re-posting this (it went into the poems bit some time ago) but it sums up my feelings as to whether or not any proof will ever be found.
Thank you , in advance
The Cosmic Question.
As I sit here and watch the sky,
things go through my mind, I wonder why.
Do I really exist or is it a game.
Could I belong to a much greater plane.
I drift from my body and look down on this place.
It's really quite small from out here in space.
I do not feel cold, alone or afraid.
I just want the answer. How was it all made.
The stars, the planets, asteroids in a gang.
Did it all come from one great big bang.
Or is it much easier to understand.
Is there a God, did He lend a hand.
Some would say yes and some would say no.
Some would say simply, I really dont know.
But there's nobody out here to ask or debate.
Nobody out here the truth to relate.
So I'll drift back to Earth and I'll watch the sky.
Things will go through my mind and I'll wonder why.
Engilshgent.