Odds Poem by John Prophet
Odds
The odds.
What are the
odds?
What are the
odds
of being?
Existence,
life,
sentience.
Being alive.
What's the
likelihood?
Universe formation.
Solar formation.
Planet formation.
Life formation.
Personal formation.
All that had
to occur
for personal
formation,
existence.
What are
the odds?
Incalculable.
Perhaps
you've always
been here.
Perhaps
you are
eternal!
What are
the odds?
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5/19/2024 6:33:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I reckon the odds are zilch. Life's ingredients are all over the universe. They just need a home to splice and grow. Earth is one of those. But there are thousands probably elsewhere. Elon Musk and others must.....lol....Elon Musk must....nice rhyme....build faster spaceships and system to go visit life elsewhere. Know they are here!