This is not an original. I’m sharing a beautiful piece by Rob Brezsny here in response to
Maybe you rarely celebrate the fact that you can think, but according to my inside sources, the flash of mercurial codes through your brain is among the universe’s most dazzling accomplishments. Try to imagine the colossal divine plan or the implausible series of fabulous accidents that had to coalesce in order for you to be able to generate thoughts—soaring, luminescent, liberating thoughts or shriveled, rusty, burrowing thoughts … thoughts that can invent or destroy, corrupt or redeem, bless or curse.
Of the many things that
have gone right for you during your time on Earth, the most crucial was your
birth. As you crossed over the threshold, trading the warm dark sanctuary for
the bright noisy enigma, you didn’t die! It was a difficult act of high magic
that involved many people who worked very hard in your behalf. The skills they
provided in helping you navigate your rite of passage were in turn made
possible by previous generations of threshold-tenders who bequeathed their
Months before that initiation, a more secret miracle bloomed: Your life began as a single cell, spawned by the explosive fusion of two highly specialized bundles of chromosomes. How could that tiny package of raw material have possibly grown a brain and liver and heart and stomach over a period of a few months? What inscrutable genius guided and oversaw the emergence of your fully formed infant body, that virtuoso creation, from the slimmest of clues?
“Something unknown is doing we don’t know what,” said astrophysicist Arthur Eddington about the universe. And we are the beneficiaries.