What are we? little specs on in this ever expanding universe or are we something greater? What if the universe was made for us, what if our dreams are just realities somewhere else. I believe the universe is filled with life, just because we cant see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. We are like the ladybirds and caterpillars that live in our gardens, the universe is the garden in which we live and maybe someday we will see it for what it really is.