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.

Alan Moore Quotes

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