Made Possible

Made possible:

of all things made possible, and I take done of this for granted — air existing for breath, an entire sky to draw from, unlimited, and given with such ease and pleasure. My every exhale should be a prayer of gratitude for what was just received, life in subtle essence, energy for another breath to be taken, and my entire world continued.

it’s all perfect, somehow made so by long design of evolutionary process, earliest plant life, blue-green and one celled algae, merging with bacteria to become the source of photosynthesis, and that my every breath is made possible because this merging has occurred. This is just one example of the infinite miracles that had to happen for life to be exactly as it is now, everything so finely balanced, and it gives me pause to consider all that’s owed to the tiniest of things, actions by chance, or perhaps guided by an innate intelligence that urges some larger story to unfold.

arguing a belief in god seems a futile effort for me, to give credit to an unknown, somehow greater source, and all the while life flows with such symmetry and beauty, mystery, it all seems to imply that god is in the essence, every detail of life unfolding, not greater than but the very stuff of my experience. Science simply tells the story of god, but really there doesn’t need to be a name for any of this, to consider one thing divine and another…