Just Atheists

by Daren J

The odds that life would spring from the primordial ooze is unfathomably low; the odds that humans would evolve from that simple life was even less likely; the odds that my individualized consciousness would form sinks the odds ever more deep into the realm of implausibility that words cannot give it the gravity needed. To some, this extreme implausibility denotes a creator. To me, it makes me the winner of a cosmic lottery.

My years as a sentient being are precious to me, and I plan to do my best with them. As I’ve said before, there are no do-overs, no way to wipe the slate clean. I must be as moral and good as I can to make the world a better place (even if in small ways). When I am gone, my energy and matter will still be a part of this bizarre and fantastic place in space, and the universe is just mysterious enough for me to look upon what little we know of it and say, “I know not what dreams may come when I have shuffled off this mortal coil, but this life itself and the wondrous mysteries of the cosmos make every second worth living to the fullest.”

One has no need of a magic kingdom in the sky to find meaning in life.