I can’t be the only person who wonders – if you got an absolutely enormous stylus and popped it down on Saturn’s rings and played them like a record, what sort of sound you’d hear, or how you’d feel as you listened.
Although life is probably one of the most complex expressions of the universe’s physical rules, it is neither more interesting nor more valid than any other system that expresses those rules. Why are there rules at all? What does the existence of rules tell us about our universe?
I wish I had a pet physicist. They get very destructive if you leave them on their own for too long, though. You come home and find they’ve refuted all over the carpet.