Life, but not as we know it. And as we know it.

Life, eh? What's it all about, Alfie? as Cilla Black so memorably sang in that voice reminiscent of a chainsaw hitting a plate-glass window side on. There's film of Cilla recording it, with Bacharach supervising operations. The poor man looks as though he's gone 18 rounds being hit around the ears by one of those things with a spiked ball at the end of it. He has the haunted appearance of a man who has just realized that he is not going to wake up, but that this is really happening to his nice, cleverly constructed song.
But in outer space it may all be different. Only moments after Science Daily put it up, though, they give us this. Well, which is it to be, fellows? Do we check out Hyperion, or are we looking for the wrong stuff altogether?
And if life belongs only to the strong, Nasa, what will you lend on an old golden rule? As SURE as I BELIEVE, there's a heavEN a-BOVE...
"Can we just take that bit again, Cilla? Take 376."