Giving Pause

What is life? A phenomenally complicated process of chemical reactions that give birth to even more complex happenings, or is it the hand of the Alpha and Omega Himself? Are we truly the product of the most miniscule of odds, or is there divine purpose within our existence? Within the vastness of the universe, the blank nothingness that spans far beyond our comprehension, how did matter come to be? What started it all? What started us? Quarks to protons, neutrons, and electrons. They take on charges or remain undecided. Why? Such interact to make up atoms. Why do the protons and neutrons cling to one another so intensely and condemn the electrons to observe from afar in an eternal orbit? Atoms express personality in selecting friends to bond with. Such unions colide or unite with others discovering new comrads and forgetting old ones. This is the gossip that reverberates throught the cell; speak of union, division, and transaction. It sustains itself with what mankind blindly proclaims to be the most simple of self-propetuating chemical cycles. Input, output, and efeciency; microscopic necessity. Cells to tissues, tissues to organs, organs to systems, systems to life. ...And here i sit typing. Such postulations never to be drempt if one of an infinate number of pieces out of place. No. Probibility is not enough. This relm in which we each exist is a fluke of fate? No. This is the genius of my God.