We all are here because our parents had sex at exactly the right time down to the millisecond, using the exactly right position (had your dad came while doin' it doggy style instead of the wheelbarrow, his ejaculation's trajectory would be different, altering which sperm arrived at the egg first).
Let's say you were conceived in the night. Earlier in the day, your will-be daddy left work and was driving home when he saw a yellow traffic light, on the verge of turning red. He hesitated. He decided to hit the pedal and blazed over the intersection as the red light came on. Thus setting the chain of events leading to your conception. But had he decided to play it safe and stopped at the red light, or if a cop pulled him over, you wouldn't exist.
There are millions of sperms clamoring for the egg, so it really comes down to milliseconds and precise angles. Not only there are millions of competiting fishies, there are billions of events that had to unfold in a precisely correct order. What's even more, all of your ancestors also had to overcome the same odds. We have millions of ancestors and every single one of them had to couple up with correct partners for you to exist. The odds against your existence are trillions and trillions to one. In other words, you're not supposed to exist. State lotteries pale in comparison. You've already won the ultimate lottery. So just shut up and enjoy it while you can :)
I do wonder about something. If another sperm reached the egg instead of the one carrying your genomes, would you (meaning your consciousness) exist anyway? You'd have a different appearance, different traits and maybe even a different gender, but you'd be conscious anyway? Or you'd be simply...nothing?
Nothingness. That's what we associate with death. But strangely, we've already experienced it. Before we were born. And if we never were born, nothingness would be all we know, but yet we wouldn't even know it. We wouldn't be conscious to *experience* nothingness. I associate nothingness with blackness, but in reality, it isn't black like outer space. It's literally nothing. Mindboggling.
Yeah, there's a possibility there's a God and we have souls and are destined to be born, and when we die, we go up to the stratosphere to play golf with Jesus. Or be reborn as ants if we were bad, as anteaters if we were good.
Let's say you were conceived in the night. Earlier in the day, your will-be daddy left work and was driving home when he saw a yellow traffic light, on the verge of turning red. He hesitated. He decided to hit the pedal and blazed over the intersection as the red light came on. Thus setting the chain of events leading to your conception. But had he decided to play it safe and stopped at the red light, or if a cop pulled him over, you wouldn't exist.
There are millions of sperms clamoring for the egg, so it really comes down to milliseconds and precise angles. Not only there are millions of competiting fishies, there are billions of events that had to unfold in a precisely correct order. What's even more, all of your ancestors also had to overcome the same odds. We have millions of ancestors and every single one of them had to couple up with correct partners for you to exist. The odds against your existence are trillions and trillions to one. In other words, you're not supposed to exist. State lotteries pale in comparison. You've already won the ultimate lottery. So just shut up and enjoy it while you can :)
I do wonder about something. If another sperm reached the egg instead of the one carrying your genomes, would you (meaning your consciousness) exist anyway? You'd have a different appearance, different traits and maybe even a different gender, but you'd be conscious anyway? Or you'd be simply...nothing?
Nothingness. That's what we associate with death. But strangely, we've already experienced it. Before we were born. And if we never were born, nothingness would be all we know, but yet we wouldn't even know it. We wouldn't be conscious to *experience* nothingness. I associate nothingness with blackness, but in reality, it isn't black like outer space. It's literally nothing. Mindboggling.
Yeah, there's a possibility there's a God and we have souls and are destined to be born, and when we die, we go up to the stratosphere to play golf with Jesus. Or be reborn as ants if we were bad, as anteaters if we were good.
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