A live body and a dead body contain the same number of particles. Structurally, there's no discernible difference. Life and death are unquantifiable abstracts. Why should I be concerned?
Miracles. Events with astronomical odds of occurring. Like oxygen turning into gold. I’ve longed to witness such an event. Yet I neglect that in human coupling, millions upon millions of cells compete to create life, for generation after generation. Until finally your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate. But out of that contradiction, against unfathomable odds, it is you, only you that emerged. To distill so specific a form, from all that chaos, it’s like turning air into gold. A miracle. And so I was wrong, now dry your eyes, and let’s go home.
Posting an inside joke in a public forum and then making a statement like that is fairly asinine especially when done without an account on a site where such statements are made as a general comment daily
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