Nonfiction, Book 1: A Drop In The Ocean

If you have ever been outside at night, you have likely looked up at the sky and asked yourself "What is out there?" It's not a silly question, really. It's a perfectly valid question. A question that sentient life has been asking for longer than timepieces can measure.

What is out there?
Other life forms?
New elements?
Strange types of new planets and stars?
What secrets does our realm hold?
600 years ago, everyone knew that the milky way was the only galaxy
1000 years ago, everyone knew that the earth was the only planet.
But, humanity has become wiser. We've discovered many, many things in recent history.
So if Earth isn't the only one of it's kind, and neither is the Milky Way, then why should the universe be?

When people speak of an infinite amount of monkeys on an infinite amount of typewriters, all they ever care about is the Shakespeare.
Shakespeare, Shakespeare, Shakespeare.
No-one speaks of the fact that they would write War and Peace as well. It would take a very, very, long piece of paper, but it would happen eventually, as well as immediately.
A monkey would write a Shakespeare, yes. But a monkey would also write War and Peace. And a monkey would write War and Peace seven seconds sooner than the first one, and then sue him for plagiarism. And one would write War and Peace with exactly forty-seven typos, and War and Peace with every "the" in the book replaced with the word "Chamomile", and War and Peace where all the characters are chairs, and act accordingly, making it a very, very long book. In fact, they would write this entire paragraph, one hundred times over, in a hundred different languages, in a hundred different styles.

Now tell me, is that Shakespeare really so interesting now?