Most mornings of my life, I am greeted by this particular sight:
It is the perfectly formed feet of Winton Jack Haslett attached temporally, physically and causally to the similarly perfectly formed Winton Jack Haslett himself and, most importantly, occupying their own unique place in the universe.
What is of great pleasure to me is that the unique place in the universe of the feet of Winton Jack Haslett overlaps the similarly unique position that I enjoy.
Now if you take the short view of history, which we mostly do, this is not particularly remarkable. He lives around the corner with his parents and comes to visit most days.
But if you take a longer view of history, which I’m increasingly inclined to do, then there is a direct connection, temporally, physically and causally between the Big Bang 13.8 billion years ago and perfectly formed feet of Winton Jack Haslett.
So from a cosmic perspective, the chances of the perfectly formed feet of Winton Jack Haslett appearing at my front door in 2015 (some 13.8 billion years after the Big Bang) are so small as to make winning Tattslotto an everyday event.
If I were of a religious bent, I would describe it as miraculous.
But I’m not and it isn’t.
A miracle is an extraordinary and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore attributed to a divine agency.
In fact, it’s amazing that it’s not miraculous. There was no God, no first cause, no guiding hand.
Just the immense randomness and variation in the universe. One of an almost infinite number of possibilities. Amazing!
And this is one of the reasons why I wake up each morning not grateful, but glad.