The enigma of mind that seeks information and guidance above and beyond one's own perceptions puzzles me. I try to reply to such questions with respect, compassion and rely on what suave elocution a man of my age ought to have.
"Duh, hamina hamina hamina." I reply suavely. Then Norma sends me a photo:It's as if we are in submarines, needing to see what's on and over the surface. We want periscopes. Cats already have them.
There are admittedly some puzzles we can solve with guesswork and logic. Example: What is the chief commercial export of the Arctic?
Frozen fish, of course.
But other questions need Science: like what happens when sunlight strikes an atmosphere of water, methane, ammonia, in combination with molecular hydrogen and atomic helium floating around a rockbound planet?
Why, it causes Uranus to turn blue.
For all other speculation, spiritual and otherwise, I confidently refer readers to one of my favorite C&W performers, Slim Whitman: