Thermodynamic miracles, events with odds against so astronomical they’re effectively impossible. I long to observe such a thing. And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive. To distill so specific form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold. That is the crowning unlikelihood but the world is so full of people, so crowded with these miracles that they become a common place and we forget. We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from the another’s vantage point. As if new, it may still take our breath away.
Hi, nobody's reading this dead place anymore. :(
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