I think space aliens do exist for a simple basic reason, that if you see one of their crafts you will be forever curious. A simple easily given gift.

Alternative paths.

Poof!

I know everyday I may not get another day, I know that with my low blood pressure I can get slothful, so to some extent I have a gun to my head. If I run away from the world I face another danger that is greater. I must face off with a steadily unfolding story. I wouldn’t have it any other way.