A being is a closed pathway.

This engages
in that direction.

Each being is suspended
over the infinite possibility that it had
of not being.

It perceives an ensemble of possibilities
not occurring as possibilities
for existence
other than
it.

–excerpt On Nietzsche, Notes by Georges Bataille p. 319

This particular combination that I am (chromosomes) had only a chance of being produced, against more than 225 trillion contrary chances. p. 312

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A few lines of text to “make my head spin.”  Today is your lucky day, as is everyday that you and I am alive.  The chances that you or I am here instead of someone else — are incomprehensible.  I am able to conceive of hundreds, but not trillions.  Even when broken down, attempt to say how many hundreds it takes to make a trillion, simply does not help.

Ex-istence is against the odds, “a win” in the cosmic lottery.  The root meaning of existence, of to be: “standing apart” from the background.  Your number is selected!  You are a standout!

Since you and I are winners, what will you and I do with our good fortune?

This is a haunting song:  Midnight Blue by Lou Gramm.

Midnight Blue

By Lou Gramm

Ain’t got no regrets
I ain’t losin’ track
Of which way I’m going
Ain’t gonna double back, no

Don’t want no misplay
Put on no display
An angel? no
But I know my way, oh yeah, oh

I used follow
Yeah, that’s true
But my following days are over
Now I just gotta follow through

And I remember what my father said
He said “Son, life is simple
It’s either cherry red or
Midnight blue, oh
Midnight blue (oh) oh”

You were the restless one
And you did not care
That I was the trouble boy
Lookin’ for a double dare

I won’t apologize for
The things I’ve done and said
But when I win your heart
I’m gonna paint it cherry red

I don’t want to talk about it
What you do to me
I can’t live without it

And you might think that
It’s much too soon
For us to go this far
Into the midnight blue, oh
It’s midnight blue (oh) oh

Things could be different
But that’d be a shame
‘Cause I’m the one who could feel the sun
Right in the pouring rain

I won’t say where
And I don’t know when
But soon there’s gonna come a day, baby
I’ll be back again

Yeah, I’ll be back for you
You see, I’m saving up my love

Midnight blue, oh
Into the midnight blue, oh
Another midnight blue, oh
The deepest midnight blue, oh

Into the midnight blue (oh) oh
Midnight blue, oh, oh yeah
Midnight blue, oh
The deepest midnight blue, oh, oh

Into the midnight blue

Composed by Bruce Turgon, Lou Gramm