It all started from pure chance — the Big Bang, all the so-called infusions that led to life, and all the selection that followed, with survival becoming natural selection. That forms the fabric of the universe we step into — and only after, among 300 million sperms, one successfully penetrates the egg and becomes you. Pretty random. One can use the same lines to justify existence of a grand design. I hold my view — it’s beside the point I intend to make here. Yet here we are, and in this strange web of unlikelihood, we’ve stepped into life. Whether part of a grand design or not, we are the product of nothing but a draw from a limitless number of possibilities. I don't see any problem that we seek a creator or try to deny one. But, I can’t get my head around where we got this sense of specialness. A tiny flip in this sequence of events and you would be someone else — or not be at all. Choice. Choice is the only thing left to us — structurally. I emphasize structurally because it’...
Story of a walk on the path of life