Imagine this scenario.
Sometime before your birth, you are having a conversation (of some type, in some setting, just use your imagination) with someone about your future life in a place called Earth.
You: “And this Earth, it’s supposed to be beautiful, right? With glorious landscapes and fresh air and it has seasons? This planet is situated just the exact right distance from the sun to sustain life? And there are oceans and mountains, rivers and seashores, farms and villages and cities? You can spend your days fishing or mountain-climbing or flying a kite? And the food is incredible, every kind imaginable?”
He: “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m telling you.”
You: “You know this is preposterous, don’t you?”
He: “Why?”
You: “Because look around at the rest of the universe. There is nothing like it. In the entire Galaxy, do you see another planet just like that? They are all balls of stone or globes of fire or poisonous gases.”
He: “That’s right.”