“Miracles. Events with astronomical odds of occurring like oxygen turning into gold. I’ve longed to witness such an event, and yet I neglect that in human coupling, millions upon millions of cells compete to create life for generation after generation until finally, your mother loves a man and out of that contradiction against unfathomable odds, it’s you-only you-that emerged, to distill so specific a form from all that chaos. It’s like turning air into gold. A miracle.”
