Soy un nerd.

Thermodynamic miracles... events with odds against so astronomical they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing. And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter... Until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold... that is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermodynamic miracle
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2 comentarios:

josé luis báez dijo...

a mi me gusta cuando dice "algunos bloques de mármol tienen estatuas dentro, incrustadas en su futuro" (gracias google). genial!

**La Estudiante ** dijo...

ayyy nerd.


Ayer soñé contigo.
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Vagina sour poh.