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Improbable - Aug. 22, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Aug 22, 2025
  • 1 min read

do you realize that our chances

of being a pebble or drop of ocean,

scarred moonrock, a flash of fire

in an exploding star or a star, itself

 

are infinitely times more probable

than what we are – breathing, clever,

growing creatures prickling with energy

placed on a planet to see what happens

 

we each have a job, a simple task –

be ourselves and no more – life

must be designed to succeed with

exactly that provision, that caveat

 

no stepping on the duties of others

controlling or abusing them

manipulating, coercing or

subverting what anyone does

 

be exactly the best self you can be,

so I ask

 

how do we keep this miracle alive?

 
 
 

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