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Jun 2023
To be.
To
exist.
What
did it
take?
How
likely?
What
are the
odds?
Incalculable
actually.
Universe
appears.
Sun
flashes,
i­gnites.
Earth
arrives.
Life
somehow.
Asteroid,
shuffles
the deck.
Rearranging
biology.
Hominids
arrive.
Countless
iterations,­
generations.
Match after
match.
One
to the
next.
Genetic
materials
precisely
aligned,
arranged.
Rearrang­ed.
Swapped.
One
to the
next.
Eons
in the
making.
YOU!
The odds?
There are
none.
No
pressure!
John Prophet
Written by
John Prophet
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   irinia and Vishal Pant
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