I can’t believe that everything is just a miraculous mistake or a cataclysmic accident.

Maybe it’s the years of indoctrination.  Maybe it’s the still small voice.  Maybe it’s a dream that the tooth fairy plants in my easily persuaded and naive mind.  Regardless, the one thing that for me is evidence of something greater than myself (yah, I guess I am pretty great), is the complexity and audacity of the natural world.  I can’t believe everything, including the seemingly infinite and eternal size of the universe, is nothing more than millions of tiny evolutionary deviations and mutations piled on top of each other over frigillions of years.  I’d like to think I’m a hopeful agnostic - but that path isn’t clear yet.