Mind-boggling

How mind-boggling that the tiny vibration of a butterfly’s wings flapping might ripple the air like the water when you throw a pebble in a lake, such that the air currents form a storm somewhere far away from the flitting and flying from flower to flower.

It seems to me the smallest event that has a profound impact on every life is the one that got us all here: What if a different spermatozoon beat out all the others and fertilized the awaiting ova? You wouldn’t be you. I wouldn’t be me.

Each ejaculation of a healthy male contains 40 million to 600 million spermatozoa. They are so minuscule they can only be seen with a microscope. If any one of the other millions combined with the awaiting ova, a different human would have developed.

Not you.

Not me.

You exist because that one little plasma membrane’s tail swished a little harder, a little faster than the rest and the head burrowed safely into the ova, merging and creating, you.

Now that, is mind boggling.