NO ACCIDENT
We exist. There is life on earth. But how is our existence even possible?
So are we a happy accident?
Our earth rotates every 24 hours and the tilt of the earth maintains 23 degrees;
To some this suggests no accident.
The distance that we sit away from the sun, plus the fortunate pull of gravitas force;
Again might suggest no accident.
The sun is 400 times further away from us than the moon yet this relative distance gives them equal size in our perception;
Just an accident?
And then there is Jupiter and its 63 moons, which acts as a huge cosmic cleaner;
Surely this can be no accident?
And if the expansion of the universe lessened just slightly all of it would end.
Purely an accident?
And yet I am here. I exist. I am real, and so is the world I inhabit.
So please. Do tell. Is all of this is a mere, fortunate accident?
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