Probability of Coincidence

My life is bound by the principles of the world.

Physics keeps me grounded, and yet my mind defies it.

The cells in my body keep me solid, and yet I am completely liquid; floating across a universe of gasses and energy, into the infinite space that we call nothing. 

But it is something, I can sense the consciousness that holds the particles and matter of everything in their grasp. .

Building and collapsing

Moving and standing still,

The Creator, The Destroyer,

The Light and the Color,

The Alpha and the Omega.

We never see, but we live because of it.

We inhale and exhale, 

we move and are still, 

we communicate and are silent, 

We change and are the same. 

Hard bones wrapped with muscles, held and mobilized with joints, but only by the veins and blood that course through our vessels; limbs upon limbs, layers of a substance that is rubbery and malleable. 

Flesh that holds nerves and allows us to feel, 

we get cold and hot,

 itching and burning,

 wet and dry; 

the cause and effect of that energy, those particles and matter, scratching the surface of our fuzz-covered flesh and yet, we never touch. 

Atoms, holding us together and holding us apart. 

All of this discovered, all of this science, and we think it's a coincidence?

That this life is really lifeless?

We think it’s just the way of the universe? Nothing?

And that makes sense?

We all know there are things that can not be uncovered through science, so how can we reject the evidence of consciousness? 

Again, my life is bound by the principles of the world. Physics keeps me grounded, and yet my mind defies it.

How can I be in two places? Right now, sitting at my computer, typing away on a man-made keyboard, and yet I am beyond my flesh; 

beyond the bones of my spine hunched over my legs; 

beyond the eyes that are reading this,

 the muscles that keep the limbs of my fingers moving;

 beyond the memory that is allowing me to speak in a written language that only a few million might understand.

 I am beyond solid matter, I am in between the atoms,

 In the midst of the heat that scorches the atmosphere, 

I am among the clumps of gas in the space of the universe. 

I am floating, flowing,

 I am moving and standing still,

 I am pushing and pulling, 

I am building and collapsing, 

I am solid but you can’t see.

 I am not the Creator, but I create, I am not the destroyer, but I destroy. 

Why? 

Because I was created. Created in the likeness of the Creator, I was created by the Light and the Color, in the image of the Alpha and the Omega. 

But how do I know? Like I said, I can sense it. Is that not scientific? The fact that the consciousness that created my consciousness also told the legend of the creation of the universe.

 Is it not scientific; that we can feel the energy of those around us?

 Is it not scientific that we can be in multiple places at once?

 Is it not scientific that we can communicate and remember the meaning of our words?

 Is it not scientific that we are solid and yet we never touch? 

Some get angry and say “be realistic.” But what's realistic?

 Something that you can see, smell, taste, hear, or touch?

 I can’t hear the words that are being written on this computer before I write them.

 I can’t see the thoughts that defy physics.

 I can’t touch the feeling of grief, or overwhelming joy.

 I can’t smell the energies that surround me.

 So what makes something realistic? The science that can’t solve the mysteries of these things? Do you really think this is all a coincidence? Do you think coincidence is realistic? 

Realistic: Dictionary def “1. Having or showing a sensible and practical idea of what can be achieved or expected.   2. representing familiar things in a way that is accurate or true to life.”

Hypothetically speaking, if coincidence is realistic, what would be the probability of the complexity of the human mind being able to function the way that it does, having a consciousness that is able to freely think and create and feel, being developed from some random matter coming together at a random time (though time is relative according to science), adapting on some random planet that was also created randomly,

 as opposed to the probability of all of this being created by a conscious mind? 

Maybe I lost you there. Maybe you are getting frustrated. Maybe you think I’m being unreasonable. But the fact that you are able to deduct your own opinion, and develop a feeling, a complex emotion, from some words that we have miraculously created and memorized the meaning of, proves that we are too complex to have been a coincidence.