It is not chance,
That when you look at the stars
They are shining there;
For without those great balls
Of burning light and heat
Life would not exist.
It is not chance,
That beauty is;
For if the allure did not exist
Life would not be willing.
It is not chance
That even the smallest things
Are infinitely complex;
For if they weren't
Intelligence would be lacking.
It is not chance
That we struggle in life;
For problems are the generators
Of solutions.
It is not chance
That as you read this
Something inside of you
Remembers.
It is not chance,
It is a part of you,
Your experience.
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