It might be a frightening pill to swallow but it’s certainly not a bitter one: Miracles have happened.
We are a miracle, and we are definitely sustained by a number of preceding miracles. The cosmic, the quantum, existence – all miracles. Every human conception, given that a sperm has to swim a distance equivalent to from here to the moon, uphill, in total darkness, at breakneck speed, without dying of starvation or attack, just to have a chance at an egg – every human conception is a miracle. (Seriously, I think the mathematical probability that a sperm would successful jump through every hoop and avoid every sniper involved in fertilizing an egg is smaller than a bumblebee being able to fly – which is calculated to be physically impossible.) Of course pregnancies and conceptions happen all the time, as do flying bumblebees. We need to stop interpreting their frequency to mean that they are easy and/or that no magic or miracle is involved. Magic and miracle are definitely involved.
And that means they definitely exist.
For all of us, egos not included, it is really good news that, unless the laws of the universe radically change, the fact is: miracles do actually happen and they are definitely possible. I’m going to repeat because it’s a significantly reality-altering piece of information: Not only are miracles possible, but they are actual. Magic happens too.
How do we even get by allowing ourselves to be told, and allowing ourselves to pretend, that the reality in which we live is not magical? Because the world we live in is insanely magical. (Oh wait – drugs, right! Now I remember.) The reality we live in is fantastical to a degree that far exceeds my, or your, or Prince’s (rest in peace), or Einstein’s (you too!), unbridled imagination. Literally. Recognizing this does not make me a freak, it makes me observant.
This is an excerpt from the book On Magic and Miracles. Or Walking Through A Land Of Wonders, Unwondering
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