It is known that there are an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds.
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.
There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4uOxOgm5jQ4
Ole Beetlebrow sure knows how to make a hulking behemoth of a song. It starts off as you would expect. A little bit of tension builds into a soaring conclusion. Then he does it again. And then again. And then again. He doesn’t know how to end it, but he sure has that middle part down.