A Message for one Cell Guy
So anyway, I recently read this cult-all-time-comic-book-hit by Alan Moore, The Watchmen. I found it rather boring, though it's probably due to the difference in era. But there's this one particular issue where Dr.Manhattan, the most powerful thing in the universe (almost godlike), talks to Laurie, his lover of sorts, about his loss of faith in mankind, and how he is frustrated by what humans understand 'miracles' to be.
But, it did not mean that he doesn't believe in it.
And here's a section from his little rambling, and in the light of things, this is my little message to my cell member who recently suffered a great loss.
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Thermo-dynamic miracles... events with odds against so astronomical they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. 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; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter... Until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold... that is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermo-dynamic miracle.
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Life always is a miracle, no matter how our eyes perceive it to be. It doesn't always make sense, and we don't always see the strings that fashion our world. But life always is a miracle.
So live well.
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Ding.
But, it did not mean that he doesn't believe in it.
And here's a section from his little rambling, and in the light of things, this is my little message to my cell member who recently suffered a great loss.
*
Thermo-dynamic miracles... events with odds against so astronomical they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. 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; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter... Until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold... that is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermo-dynamic miracle.
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Life always is a miracle, no matter how our eyes perceive it to be. It doesn't always make sense, and we don't always see the strings that fashion our world. But life always is a miracle.
So live well.
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Ding.
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